Since I was young so young I learned to see what others wanted me to be I practised it all my life in many different ways So now I'm the master of masks I can't find the boundary Where others end and I begin I can't decide My colours merge into those of others He's the man, they say he's the hype In all his fame, no one would have thought that he might Be living a lie and not his own history He sold all his colours to the pop industry You just take the outside as if there's nothing in here She is a sweet girl that hides carefully Her fateful secret, she's longing to be Graceful and skinny like those girls on TV She threw up all her colours to look that pretty They can't find the boundary Where media ends and they begin They cannot hide Their colours got lost in this world of others She tried to escape from her bleak and poor home A stranger took her far But kept none of his promises Locked up in a little room He takes the money from the bedside table Again she pretends to be somewhere else They don't mind the boundary Where their greed must end cause her beauty begins No hope in sight Her colours, sold and paralyzed You sold out my outside and left nothing in here