• Who would guess,
    When this halo that's on my head,
    Is really red?

    Who would know,
    That my heart isn't really made of gold.
    Who would know?

    Who would see,
    That this picture frame doesn't fit perfectly?
    Can you see?

    You don't see,
    That my eyes are really green,
    With jealousy.

    My disguise is all thats left of me.
    The mask only shows the best of me,
    But what happens to the rest of me,
    That's bottled up inside?

    I can't look in the mirror anymore.
    I don't know what I'm looking at,
    Or what I'm aiming for.

    I'm agressive, obsessive,
    Cruel and possesive.
    I'm stubborn and hard-core,
    I'm always wanting so much more.
    I'm jealous, and envious,
    Spiteful and selfish.
    I'm critical, not typical,
    Always hypocritical.
    I'm burning and hateful,
    Stupid and ungrateful.
    But I hide it with these angel wings,
    All these hidden things.

    Don't you know,
    All these hidden qualities are the second half of me,
    Clearly.

    If you knew,
    The sad and painful truth,
    What would you do?

    Do you know that I cry,
    Each time I have to lie,
    And say I'm allright?

    The window is about to break,
    My identity is so fake,
    There'll be nothing left to take,
    I'm about to explode.

    The real me,
    Is so ugly.

    I'm agressive, obsessive,
    Cruel and possesive.
    I'm stubborn and hard-core,
    I'm always wanting so much more.
    I'm jealous, and envious,
    Spiteful and selfish.
    I'm critical, not typical,
    Always hypocritical.
    I'm burning and hateful,
    Stupid and ungrateful.
    But I hide it with these angel wings,
    All these hidden things.

    Flawless, faultless,
    That just isn't me.
    Perfection, completion,
    All the things I want to be.
    You think that you see me,
    But it's not the real me.
    This isn't healthy.
    Somebody help me.

    I'm agressive, obsessive,
    Cruel and possesive.
    I'm stubborn and hard-core,
    I'm always wanting so much more.
    I'm jealous, and envious,
    Spiteful and selfish.
    I'm critical, not typical,
    Always hypocritical.
    I'm burning and hateful,
    Stupid and ungrateful.
    But I hide it with these angel wings,
    All these hidden things.

    It's embarassing,
    All the hidden things,
    That no one sees,
    Are the parts of me,

    They are so strong,
    But make me feel so wrong,
    I don't belong
    On this pedestal.

    Cause I'm agressive, obsessive,
    Cruel and possesive.
    I'm stubborn and hard-core,
    I'm always wanting so much more.
    I'm jealous, and envious,
    Spiteful and selfish.
    I'm critical, not typical,
    Always hypocritical.
    I'm burning and hateful,
    Stupid and ungrateful.
    But I hide it with these angel wings,
    All these hidden things.

    All the hidden things.
    I'm tied down with these strings,
    So I hide everything.