I see you look at her She doesn't have holes where her irises should be Like me She smiles I suppose Where I can only half grin I bet she's still sober at noon And wears lipsticks in shades other than liquor She probly has a wardrobe with more colours than just shades of black Nothing like me Her skin has never known the fires of hell, as mine is scarred from the flames She seems like one of those "sunshine dwellers" Where too much sun, hurts my eyes And I prefer the shadows Yea, I bet She's