Dame, I don't know why they call you,
A dame, When you look in the mirror,
Is it fame? He didn't make a difference,
You're awake. To him you are untamed.
Your reflection is a ruse,
The cover of can-dos,
Your heart refuses to tell you the truth.
That's why, It's why you do it,
I can't believe that someone like you,
Surrenders every element of you,
And you abuse it,
So someone you love, you really love,
May never see the wonderful in you.
Games, You never seem to tire of his games,
The makeup starts to drip, this is insane,
Another masquerade, where is the shame?
Please forget his name.
Hands are ticking on the clock,
Too tired for a walk,
Your heart is desperately trying to find you.
Why, It's why you do it,
I can't believe that someone like you,
Surrenders every element of you,
And you abuse it,
So someone you love, you really love,
May never see the wonderful in you.
No more chasing rainbows,
It's just thunder, that's leaving dark behind.
Why, It's why you do it,
I can't believe that someone like you,
Surrenders every element of you,
And you abuse it,
So someone you love, you really love,
May never see the wonderful in you.