Candice.

Pretty faces everywhere
On magazines and in mid-air
Maybe I don’t dye my hair
Or strip it down, that’s not who I am

Fixation, manipulation
That’s not my motivation
Why give it all away?

What have i? What have I been through?
Have I laughed? Have I cried like you?
Am I fake? Am I fake o true?
Who’s to say now?
Stop, don’t go
Lead, don’t follow
Here today and gone tomorrow
I’ve still got something to say

Everybody’s got a story
Is it power o just glory
What they mean is – adore me
Rip it up, that’s not what I want

Each thrill and new sensation
Way too much information
Why give it all away?

What...

Tonight I cried again, not the first time
And I know it’s not my last
Hiding from the fear of my future
And the pictures of my past
But now it’s time to throw away
The things te left behind
I guess I’m moving on

For every step i take I’m losing ground
But it’s farther away form you
You always know just how to break me
With the little things te do
But I don’t want to have to shout
For te to hear me out
Now I’m moving on

What’s the matter with you
You picked a fine giorno to walk away
All the nights, all the fights
In the back of your Chevrolet
Somehow I always knew
That we’d end up this way
We...