the girls look right through me
I breeze past these halls
the boys like to stare
these narrow endless walls

I don't have a thought
past what's for dinner
for this outgoing girl
sure doesn't have that in her

but what people don't see
the depths of the oceans
deep in her mind
it kills her to go through the motions

it feels good to be pretty
but that's all she is
you need to act perfect
or you'll never be his

makeup will cover
hair can be taimed
but when your heart starts to flutter
the knife is already aimed

for the face you put on
is that what you become
he sees you as nothing more
than a doll too dumb