Lipstick splattered on her face,
mascara lines are ruining her lids of desperation.
I see women of beauty, but replacing secrets,
these girls don't feel well.
Their bodies scream beautiful yet their eyes scream despair,
it's like isolation in their heads.
Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
We are idols, we are scenes, we are plays,
we are actors in disguise, nobody will know our kind.
We try to fit in with the rest, we try to remember why we started this.

I saw you once, when I was only young, never did I know,
that man could be manipulated so well indeed.
To the point they love uncontrollably, yet I can see why your eyes are blurred.
Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
We are idols, we are scenes to the plays nobody wants to see,
we are actors in disguise, nobody will know our kind.
We try to fit in with the best, the best of the world,
the ones they look to for every word,
Yet I see isolation is never replaced.

Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
I don't understand, you mustn't really, love the feeling?
How do I become the way, so I feel like freedom wings,
flying in the air, yet I don't feel right, I don't feel safe,
wishing my body away.