If my sole purpose was smiling sweetly for the lens, I couldn't face myself each day
And maybe it's just me, but i've higher aspirations than prostituting myself away
I'm not beautiful but I still hold my head high. I won't bend before I die
I can't believe that you don't feel a little empty as you stare blankly back at me
Did you ever achieve anything at all by placing value on what you see? is it so hard to understand?
What we have here cannot be explained away as the fashion of the day
The dust has settled and we still remain