When you see me in the shadows do you only see my face
i don't fit in with your master plan, your supermodel race
that's the trouble with your world, you can't see past the skin
wrong face, wrong clothes with you and there's a club i can't get in
if i'm honest i don't really care, i know just what i'm worth
you're nothing special underneath, you don't own the earth
you'll find yourself alone one day, deserted by your crowd
no future with your bimbo brain, no reason to be proud
i hope your friends see through you, the illusion that you made
the shallow two-faced bitch behind that sugared up facade
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