Caught up in appearances.

What's on the outside is all that counts.

And through the mirror she can see

Deep into the heart of tragedy.

Watching it fall apart.

This cascading tower falls.

She drops to her knees

In hopes to find tomorrow.

Billboards they reach the sky,

Decorated by star covered streets.

And picture perfect movie

Screens tell her who she should be.

Watching it fall apart.

This cascading tower falls.

She drops to her knees

In hopes to find tomorrow.

Could she find, could she find the answer?