You try to escape from yourself
Like the turtle from his home,
You put much make up on your face,
Hoping the old ''me'' is finally gone.

You're walking alone in Beverly Hills,
Speaking with the stars, it's without bills,
Why did you buy those luxury high heels,
If you're so down, under your knees?

It is so painful with the new shoes,
The pressure on your feet makes suffer your soul,
The tears will wash your make up, you should reach home,
But all you need is just your freedom!