I didn't mean to make you feel out of place
By the comments on your clothing or the makeup on your face
I didn't mean to preempt the chase
You're the drama queen of every scene perfectly out of place
'Till you cry yourself to sleep in your blanket of snow
With your tiara of Barbie doll heads and the arms crossed for a pillow
You can't make up your mind just how different you should be
Reorganize of priorities to expect more sympathy

Only the cynicism can get through to you
Expand the image up the insults negativism through and through
All of this pretending makes me feel a bit confused
You spent your life losing yourself and now you’re marked as used