Did you become a stranger to yourself?
The stereotype you never likened yourself to be
The prostitute with the squeaky voice coming through her nose
I can tell you’re feigning happy from the way you wear your clothes
Sold your blood for another day of light
Dyed your hair to save yourself from losing touch
Staying young is for the old, they say
But youth is what is giving you a face
Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares
And you know you hope they lie
Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears
And I can’t hold you tonight
Cause all you’ve done is prove them right
I know, you’re just a character
Tall they wanted was another performer
But when you fall the spotlight
What will you do
Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares
And you know you hope they lie
Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears
And I can’t hold you tonight
Cause all you’ve done is prove them right
Sell out, sell out they cry in your nightmares
And you know you hope they lie
Faked out, faked out they cry in your insecure ears
And I can’t hold you tonight
Cause all you’ve done is prove them right
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