It's been a week since the last time I
Draw the line above my eyes,
I rather put a gun in my forehead than
Using my beauty disguise
Cause it hurts,
It really hurts feeling pretty for somebody else
They don't deserve my piece of work you see,
I'm doing it for nobody else
But me ,
For nobody else but me
But me ,
And that should work at least for me
It's been a month since the last time I,
Put my high heels on,
Cause they remind me of something that
We used to call love,
And it hurts,
It really hurts to see,
My identity with somebody else,
That's how I feel,
Like something is missing here,
In my chest,
Since you left with our
Dreams
It's not real,
You dissapear,
How is gonna work for me?
You dissapear,
You're not here baby,
Is this even real?
