You stay on til youre good and raw

Go back and forth, a little see saw

Praying that this ride will end

But when it does you go again



Cant get that monster

Out of my mind

Shes got my hair and

Shes got my eyes

She follows me wherever I go

Speaking for me and

Wearing my clothes



You hang on til your hands are sore

Blistering but you still want more

You think theres something here for you

Go out and buy yourself a clue



In Hollywood where all the lights are low

And truths as rare as the winter snow

She wanted a place arid as her soul

Where her only job was never to grow old



When the lights are shining

Will you see my skin

Or just the shell that

Im packaged in

Ive held my tongue

And Ive hid my sores

If Im less of myself

Will you love me more