I live deep in symmetry, in my anonymity, je t'adore ma vie très difficile, I'll
take hours to perfect, in this room of disconnect, all I need are mannequins in me, fabric straight
from arm to arm, rescuing my heart from harm, all that I conceive speaks of finesse, radically
my fashion dreams, costume in and models scream, fame is nothing more than forced arrest, 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, traveling 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 what they 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