Her beauty is gone when taken by age and endeavors She’s got circumstantial subjects to make her feel better But she’s a flower underneath If it hurts herself, it’s cause she knows they’ll soon all be leaving her There’s a perfect lie that you know that you can be Taught at school to learn to be quick without conscience On the contrary, I won’t subscribe to your fiction I won’t follow your rules If it hurts yourself, it’s cause you know they still all believe in you In my mind, I'm looking in maladaptive eyes The mark of pride she bore once has now turned against her She’s got nothing to shame, nothing to hang her own head with It’s a harrowing carousel disease If it hurts herself, it’s cause she knows they’ll soon all be leaving her And in her mind, she knows they’re leaving on Halloween, the world of the living’s a prison In a black disguise, she greets all her guests with that smile of hers That takes a shallow heart to please If it hurts yourself, it’s cause you know they still all believe in you In my mind, I'm gazing in maladaptive eyes