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 behavior
Beauty has a price that’s paid by greed
Where I am
I will stand alone
I don’t need the money
I don't 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
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 don't 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 don't want for much
These two hands
Never will they mourn
I’d rather you not love me
Before you want too much