Here in this yellow room Blocking the screaming sounds from the stage Their silhouettes pa**ing by in the doorway of pain No mind You're half-dressed and star-struck Will they pull you out? Will they bring you back? We both know what's coming You aren't the first, you won't be the last So take it all off for them Take it all off for them I swear they'll like it I'm listening what they say Feeling less and less ok But it's the same old story How do I fix my head? How do I fix my head? Living in a world where changing what you got
Makes you better Why's that plastic surgery's just what you need Then you'll be happy Surrounded by mirrors And people who stare silently, judging Dependent on make-up and being adored Can't be so a**ured I wish that I could make you see How do I make you see Without it all you're lovely I'm listening to what they say Feeling less and less ok But it's the same old story How do I fix my head? How do I fix my head? How do I? How do I fix my head? How do I fix my head?