Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Beautiful Fake
1.09.05
Well, she clasps an unfound innocence
And wonders what will make them notice her
Will it be her lies, her loudness, her perfection?
Everything she touches wilts and dies
But in this numb state of stupidity she only smiles more
And I can see straight through your cracking façade
I can see into the rotting you hide deep within
And I don’t love who you think you are
Just like you don’t love what you know you’ve always been
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I think you’re very ugly.
Well, she clamps down hard and she clamps down tight
And there won’t be anymore tears, not for her tonight
All we want is a few things here, a few things there
Where she is tomorrow, I couldn’t quite less care
Though it’s rather sad that I sit and take the time
To muse over her, give her a piece of my mind
And I wonder now if you’re worth even this
A corner of a dusted room you would refuse point blank
But now we’re pointing our fingers in your face
And you’re starting to tremble, you’re starting to shake
Because beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And we behold you, knowing how ugly you’ve always been.
Lies don’t cut it
I see right through them
Because they’re all I am, too
And lies don’t satisfy me
I do mind, I do mind
Because I am the perfect liar
And you’re just a mockery to my trade.
Don’t claim my title, little girl
Don’t take my crown
Don’t call yourself a queen
Because I behold you before me, broken
And as we all suspected
You’re far less than you seem.
Don’t sing that song, little girl
Don’t berate yourself any further down
‘Cause you’re crashing, burning
It’s all over now
All being torn down.
Stripped of everything
The perfection you can’t take
In the end
You were just one beautiful fake.
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