I live deep in symmetry
In my anonymity
Je t'adore, ma vie très difficile
I'll take hours to perfect
In this room of disconnect
All I need are mannequins and me

Fabrics drape from arm to arm
Rescuing my heart from harm
All that I conceive speaks of finesse
Radically my fashion dreams
costume-men and models scream 
Fame is nothing more than false duress	1)
			
Let them comment of my cold behaviour
Beauty has a price that's paid by greed

Where I am
I will stand alone
I don't need the money
I don't want for much
These two hands
Never will they moan			                     2)
I'd rather you not love me
Before you want too much

Travelling I do forget
Every single last regret
Solitarily there is one quest
To my cause I will devote
All my passion, note for note
To create and fill this emptiness

Freedom that lies underneath
Let it fall and let them breathe
Bodies are not meant to be so bound
I'm the dancer of the dance
Let the socialites advance		
Let them love me when I'm not around

When they speak their words of my demeanor
I will let them fuel what they fire

Where I am
I will stand alone
I don't need the money
I don't want for much
These two hands
Never will they moan 
I'd rather you not love me
Before you want too much

Fading, as I live in isolation
Information spreads that I have left
For them, let it be an education
Those who cherish me will not let them forget

Where I am
I will stand alone
I don't need the money
I don't want for much
These two hands
Never will they moan
I'd rather you not love me
Before you want too much


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1) duress: druk, dwang
2) moan: klagen