Lyrics

Dressing up
for occasions which never arrive.
Consuming like fires never quenching.
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Cheap imitations of life,
astroturf green and Barbie doll pink.
What's wrong with this picture.

The naked truth
stares me in the eye,
as I lie on my pillow.
Beauty undresses before me,
but still I prefer the lie,

what's wrong with this picture?

Cheap imitations of life,
astroturf green and barbie doll pink,
what's wrong with this picture?