I know you’ll hate my other side -
The one I cover and try to hide.
Please don’t try to change me,
I can’t be great.
This girl’s a monster
Only Frankenstein could create.
As much as I try, I can’t avoid
The ticking clock, this buzzing noise.
I want to suppress it to keep it inside,
but I know it’s still there, I know it’s alive.
I want you to love me,
I want this to work,
but endless washing won’t help:
I’m made of dirt.
The girl you wrongly thought was me,
is just an illusion -
Just what you see.