Here in this yellow room blocking the screaming,
Sounds from the stage.
There's silhouettes passing by in the doorway,
I pay no mind.
You're half dressed and star struck.
Will they pull you out?
Will they bring you back?
We both know it's coming.
You aren't the first.
You won't be the last.

So take it all off for them.
Take it all off for them.
I swear they'll like it.
I'm listening to what they say.
Feeling less and less OK,
But it's the same old story.
How do I fix my head?
How do I fix my head?

Living in a world,
Where changing what you've got,
Makes you better.
Why's that plastic surgery,
Just what you need, then you'll be happy?
Surrounded by mirrors and people who stare silently.
Judging.
Dependent on make up,
And being adored.
Can't be self assured.

I wish that I could make you see.
How do I make you see,
Without it all you're lovely?
I'm listening what they say.
Feeling less and less OK,
But it's the same old story.
How do I fix my head?
How do I fix my head?
How do I?
How do I fix my head?
How do I fix my head?