The same old people are here again, Selling their soul’s in the name of love. Under the spotlight they have a beautiful face, But as the light moves on without them, They do not like what they have become.
The beautiful people need the light to shine upon them, For all the world to see. People like me we only sink into the background, Happy to never be seen.
I cannot face another beautiful face, So full of false smiles and a made up beauty. I must hide behind this face; I hide away from love, They think it is insecurity; But I am secure in the knowledge that I am no deep thinking muse. I am no thing of beauty; I am nothing like you.
The beautiful people shine in any light, While I waste my life; I waste my time. I fall down into my broken mind and simply turn out the light.
Put me out of your mind, I am not waiting in line to be loved. I already know that I will never be good enough. Leave me be, here in my own misery, Or I will never be able to see the vision of love I am waiting for… As she finds me I hear her siren song; Love is endlessly calling out for me. She is unique; I am obsolete, But she is reason I have not yet walked out of that door…