Sad lookin' faces On these money makin' races ya A tired child With a soul that's running wild ya On a saturday subway to a long distant place I'm
Once there was a little girl Who lived in a little house Left there by her little self Quiet as a little mouse In her bed across the hall Awake with
Like everyone else in Hollywood I'm good at make-believe I know how to make my entrance but I don't know how to leave Cause this time it really hurts
Observation My situation Ain't looking up I'm having stupid suicidal thoughts Complication My hesitation To cut you off Has put me at a total lose I
celebrating the beauty of the naked truth A life complicated, sometimes I hate it You're not me and I'm not you It's the beauty of, the beauty of the naked truth