You stay on �til you`re good and raw
Go back and forth, a little see saw
Hoping that this ride will end
But when it does you go again
Can`t get that monster
Out of my mind
She`s got my hair and
She`s got my eyes
She follows me wherever I go
Speaking for me and
Wearing my clothes
You hang on �til your hands are sore
Blistering but you still want more
You think there`s something here for you
Go out and buy yourself a clue
In Hollywood where all the lights are low
And truth`s as rare as the winter snow
She wanted a place arid as her soul
Where her only job was never to grow old
When the lights are shining
Will you see my skin
Or just the shell that
I`m packaged in
I`ve held my tongue
And I`ve hid my sores
If I`m less of myself
Will you love me more