She's a patronising fairytale.
All we know is that she's failed.
She's a Tinsel town cliché.
Gnawed at by the rats, wherever she laid.
Craved the bright lights and the silver screen.
Fame kept her spinning, while she screamed.
She weeps for every thread she weaves.
Her Tapestry of jealously and defeat.
She weaves a tale of Tragedy.
Her Tapestry of jealously and defeat.
Dolled up and paraded.
Lift the curtain, she's withered and wasted.
Her Destiny, she has no control.
How can one have mercy with a bitter soul?
Craved the bright lights and the silver screen.
Fame kept her spinning, while she screamed.
She weeps for every thread she weaves.
Her Tapestry of jealously and defeat.
She weaves a tale of Tragedy.
Her Tapestry of jealously and defeat.
How were we to know?
(How were we to Know?)
How were we to know?
Who knew this would be
(Who knew this would be)
Who knew this would be
Her last encore!
She weeps for every thread she weaves.
Her Tapestry of jealously and defeat.
She weaves a tale of Tragedy.
Her Tapestry of jealously and defeat.
She weeps for every thread she weaves.
Her Tapestry of jealously and defeat.
She weaves a tale of Tragedy.
Her Tapestry of jealously and defeat."