You stay on til you're 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 there's 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