She's walking through the streets of fiction.
Seeing thing's she's never seen.
Wishing he'd be great perfection.
Telling her that he hates.

In her head there's no more pain.
In her head it's only great.
In her head he smiles at her.
But in her head she can also feel his hate.

But when she opens up her eyes.
She sees again his hating mind.
And that makes her miserable.
So she closes her eyes and goes on.

In her head there's no more pain.
In her head it's only great.
In her head he smiles at her.
But in her head she can also feel his hate.

In her head there's no more pain.
In her head it's only great.
In her head he smiles at her.
But in her head she can also feel his hate.

But in her head she can also feel his hate.