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Tears on her eyes, she's a shattered-hearted, broken mess,
In the tension of the pressure and the stress,
She mumbles words like poison as she gets up from the floor,
She will stand ontop of millions and take the world,
Why can't she be cute like all the other girls?
A cheap, pathetic brand is what has made these lying whores.

But does she know she's never really had friend?
No one, no one, there's nothing, none.
And all she ever does is smile and pretend,
It hurts, it hurts, it really, really hurts,

Hanging on her strings she's got a sickness in her head,
Promising her mama she'd be better off dead,
Hide away her sadness, tell em all that it's nothing,
If only she could cut away the strings...
Please, just please, release
And run away...

Walking, talking, gawking to her dolled up little friends, she's seen
Every conversation roots and sprouts a lie,
Her eyes, her looks, her thoughts, she questions if they're even hers,
Making other people feel as useless as she is, she knows
They are all another marionette,
With caked up makeup on,
She asks "do I look pretty yet?"

But does she know she's just the copy of a clone?
Alone, nowhere left to belong,
And since she strives her life to try and get it right,
It dies, she's always fucking wrong.

Hanging on her strings, the queen of broken-hearted lies,
Stand above them all, behold the great disguise,
Drag around the emptiness, don't listen what you're told,
And if you say she's pretty, then you're gold.

Cutting, tearing, scraping, god just kill me, kill me now,
I don't want to live a life inside this crowd,
Tell me am I pretty, am I useless, am I strong?
And do I have a reason to belong?
Please, just please, release
And run away...
ahhh....

Description
Tears on her eyes, she's a shattered-hearted, broken mess,
In the tension of the pressure and the stress,
She mumbles words like poison as she gets up from the floor,
She will stand ontop of millions and take the world,
Why can't she be cute like all the other girls?
A cheap, pathetic brand is what has made these lying whores.

But does she know she's never really had friend?
No one, no one, there's nothing, none.
And all she ever does is smile and pretend,
It hurts, it hurts, it really, really hurts,

Hanging on her strings she's got a sickness in her head,
Promising her mama she'd be better off dead,
Hide away her sadness, tell em all that it's nothing,
If only she could cut away the strings...
Please, just please, release
And run away...

Walking, talking, gawking to her dolled up little friends, she's seen
Every conversation roots and sprouts a lie,
Her eyes, her looks, her thoughts, she questions if they're even hers,
Making other people feel as useless as she is, she knows
They are all another marionette,
With caked up makeup on,
She asks "do I look pretty yet?"

But does she know she's just the copy of a clone?
Alone, nowhere left to belong,
And since she strives her life to try and get it right,
It dies, she's always fucking wrong.

Hanging on her strings, the queen of broken-hearted lies,
Stand above them all, behold the great disguise,
Drag around the emptiness, don't listen what you're told,
And if you say she's pretty, then you're gold.

Cutting, tearing, scraping, god just kill me, kill me now,
I don't want to live a life inside this crowd,
Tell me am I pretty, am I useless, am I strong?
And do I have a reason to belong?
Please, just please, release
And run away...
ahhh....