I'm like a Russian Babushka doll
I just hide behind these copies
The one you see is just a painted fruad
The real me is hiding underneath 'em all
Ever since I was a little girl,
I've been perfect,
On the surface.
Now I cannot let them see me fall,
The real me is hiding underneath it all
I hide,
Hide my face,
Behind these Black Wayfarer shades
Fame's a shameful trade,
Speakin' my mind is unbecoming,
I feel fine,
When I feel nothing.
I hide,
Hide my face,
Behind these Black Wayfarer shades.
Fame's a shameful trade,
Speakin' my mind is unbecoming,
I feel fine,
When I feel nothing.
As I was sitting passed in Joesy,
How the sun rode on the dashboard,
But when you spoke everything went dark
Like, a shattered jar of marbles,
I fell apart.
I paint my face and curl each eyelash,
Yeah, Like the rich kids,
I've been priveledged,
To live a life where no one knows my lies,
The real me is hiding underneath these eyes!
I hide,
Hide my face,
Behind these Black Wayfarer shades,
Fame's a shameful trade,
Speakin' my mind is unbecoming.
I feel fine,
When I feel nothing.
I hide,
Hide my face,
Behind these Black Wayfarer shades.
Fame's a shameful trade,
Speakin' my mind is unbecoming.
I feel fine,
When I feel nothing.
I got some issues,
But God I miss you now,
September issue,
But God I miss you now,
I got some issues,
But God I miss you now,
September issue,
But God I miss you now,
I got some issues,
But God I miss you now,
September issue,
But God I. Miss. You. Now.
I got some issues,
But God I miss you now,
September. Issue.
But God I. Miss. You.
I hide,
Hide my face,
Behide these Black Wayfarer shades,
Fame's a shameful trade,
Speakin' my mind is unbecoming.
I feel fine,
When I feel nothing.
Fame's a shameful trade,
Speakin' my mind is unbecoming.
I feel fine,
When I feel
Something.