I live deep in symmetry In my anonymity Je t’adore, ma vie tres difficile I’ll take hours to perfect In this room of disconnect All I need are mannequins and me Fabric straight from arm to arm Rescuing my heart from harm All that I can see speaks of finesse Radically my fashion dreams, Costumed men and models scream Fame is nothing more than force duress Let them comment of my cold behaviour Beauty has a price that’s paid by greed Where I am I will stand alone I don’t need the money I do want for much These two hands Never will they mourn I’d rather you not love me Before you want too much Travelling I do forget Every single last regret Solitarily there is one quest To my cause I will devote All my passion, note for note To create and fill this emptiness Freedom that lies underneath Let it fall and let them breathe Bodies are not meant to be so bound I’m the dancer of the dance Let the socialites in her hands Let them love me when I’m not around When they speak their words of my demeanor I will let them fuel, wipe their fire Where I am I will stand alone I don’t need the money I do want for much These two hands Never will they mourn I’d rather you not love me Before you want too much Fading as I live in isolation Information spreads that I have left For them let it be an education Those who cherish me will not let them forget Where I am I will stand alone I don’t need the money I do want for much These two hands Never will they mourn I’d rather you not love me Before you want too much