Since I was young so young
I learned to see what others wanted me to be
I practiced it all my life in many different ways
So now I'm the master of masks
I can't find the boundary
Where others end and I begin
I can't decide
My colors merge into those of others
He's the man, they say he's the hype
In all his fame, no one would have thought that he might
Be living a lie and not his own history
He sold all his colors to the pop industry
You just take the outside
As if there's nothing in here
She is a sweet girl that hides carefully
Her fateful secret, she's longing to be
Graceful and skinny, like those girls on TV
She threw up all her colors to look that pretty
They can't find the boundary
Where media ends and they begin
They cannot hide
Their colors got lost in this world of others
She tried to escape from her bleak and poor home
A stranger took her far
But kept none of his promises
Locked up in a little room
He takes the money from the bedside table
Again she pretends to be somewhere else
They don't mind the boundary
Where their greed must end 'cause her beauty begins
No hope in sight
Her colors, sold and paralysed
You sold out my outside
And left nothing in here
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