The Fantasy

Ideals and dreams on every face It feels I'm just a pretty chase But they don't know the tears I've had Do you love it deep inside Every glance is full of lies They think I'm talented and wise But under all this shiny sight There's a shadow lost in night Oh it's funny Don't you see I got stuck in my fantasy All they see is what they want I wish I could be what they want Oh oh Oh oh Dress cuts and scratches my bones While I pose for their telephones They don't listen to my cries Or look deeply in my eyes Maybe one day they will find The hidden girl left behind Behind my lies and beyond their eyes Someone real someone who tries Oh it's funny Don't you see I got stuck in my fantasy All they see is what they want I wish I could be what they want Oh oh Oh oh Maybe one day I'll be good Not either fuckable or lame Feel the guilt as I own your wound You'll cry 'cause I wasn't to blame One day I'll be good I'm more than fuckable or lame Watch me proudly own your wound I know I wasn't to blame