Paris

I live deep in symmetry

In my anonymity

Je t’adore, ma vie tres difficile

I’ll take hours to perfect

In this room of disconnect

All I need are mannequins and me

Fabric straight from arm to arm

Rescuing my heart from harm

All that I can see speaks of finesse

Radically my fashion dreams,

Costumed men and models scream

Fame is nothing more than force duress

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 do want for much

These two hands

Never will they mourn

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 in her hands

Let them love me when I’m not around

When they speak their words of my demeanor

I will let them fuel, wipe their fire

Where I am

I will stand alone

I don’t need the money

I do want for much

These two hands

Never will they mourn

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 do want for much

These two hands

Never will they mourn

I’d rather you not love me

Before you want too much