Because there’s nothing left to hold, and there’s nothing left for me:
I’ll just fake a Barbie’s smile – act who you’d like to see.
I’ll continue my fake life and keep it all inside.
I’ll be a plastic girl because I’ve already died.
“I care about you so much” is what they always say,
but I never really notice ’cause they never choose to stay.
In loss of a direction, what is there left to do?
I need to be alone, and that means I don’t need you.
The simplicity of life that’s made up all of lies.
The “happiness” you see is my very best disguise.
I’ll fit into the mold of a pictureperfect teen.
I’ll hide within the shadows ’cause life is just too mean.
I’ll shut everyone right out; leave them out to die.
It’s easier to leave them than wait for their goodbye.
I’ll bring out my sharp razor & force myself to bleed.
Because I know the razor’s kiss is all I really need.
I’ll fake it every moment; I’ll never be the same.
I’ll be a model student & hide all of my pain.
I’ll scar my arms with stories; telling tales of all the hurt.
I’ll cry but I’ll be thankful; I’ll know things could be worse.
I’ll pretend to be so joyful; I’ll lose the true, real me.
I’ll close my eyes and dream of a better place to be.
I’ll match up to your standards; tell lies by my own will.
I’ll give a phony smile and a stare that’s made to kill.
I’ll just fake a Barbie’s smile – act as who you’d like to see.
Because there’s nothing left to hold and there’s nothing left for me.