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About how people hide their true selves from the world |
| She's walking hands covering her face Tryin' tryin' to see inside Where only time and patients can reveal the landscape beneath Lyin' to herself so of course she's lyin' to me Her mirror's distorted She thinks she's anorexic Aborted her baby at the house of a stranger waiting to be close Waiting for trust and bliss Which she'd never find for truth Because she ain't even valid to herself She denies the picture provided by the projector The moonlight reflection of the water And ignores her dashing white knights zooming on in and past her Men marching past her Claiming women like Vasco de Gama The type of girl that satellites stop to take a shot at All cameras are on her They take their photos for memories draining pints of blood She's as pure as a lamb So many waiting in line to slay Gorgeous calf Why not today? Wipe the blood on the door frames Do not harm her She's oh-so-fragile Don't break her warped image Just keep your mouth shut Tongue clamped between your teeth Don't walk up and uncover the truth like the body of a dead lover |