All her tales from magazines are drying up
As all her words for little girls are losing touch
Soul pours out from dumb blond mouth
Maybe she has never seen how bad it looks
Kissing out the syllables with blatent hooks
Nothing worse than misplaced doubt
When life gets beautiful
Don't he look so sad but tough in body art
Screaming through distorted voice of broken hearts
He's so deep he turns his back
When life gets beautiful
There's nothing for me here now
Not that there ever was
Why should I even care
Enough about it to go on
With the best part of waking up
Do you want to tell me?