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On the price of perfect beauty. |
She undresses, in the dark Too ashamed to see the, monster, she's become Something fake, something numb Just plays along, as if she's got it, all put together She sells her lies, to the camera And keeps on pretending, that she's fine (Chorus) She wants to, reflect, all that she is But, the girl looking back, in the mirror's Just a mannequin, now She wants to erase, all of the stains Hiding her tears, under, layers of porcelain While trying to find, something real to which She can, relate She's afraid to, show her, face Because they might find out That she's not as tough as she, seems Puts on a glass, smile And prays she can make it, another day Before it breaks She sells her lies, to the camera And keeps on pretending, that she's fine (repeat chorus) Oh where did she, go? Nobody home? Just, the shell of a girl, candy-coated in, cover-up When even her mind, is no longer, her own Can she break, away from the, static? She sells her lies to, the camera In fear of the day she, fades away She's so pretty, in plastic Polishing the, mistakes, that she's, made (repeat chorus) |