Paris

I live deep in symmetry

In my anonymity

Je t'adore, ma vie très difficile

I'll take hours to perfect

In this room of disconnect

All I need are mannequins and me



Fabrics drape from arm to arm

Rescuing my heart from harm

All that I conceive speaks of finesse

Radically my fashion dreams

Costuming and models scream

Fame is nothing more than forced 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 don't 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 advance

Let them love me when I'm not around



When they speak their words of my demeanor

I will let them fuel what they fire



Where I am

I will stand alone

I don't need the money

I don't 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 don't want for much

These two hands

Never will they mourn

I'd rather you not love me

Before you want too much