Paris (Acoustic)

I live deep in symmetry

In my anonymity

Je t’adore ma vie tres difficile

I’ll take hours to perfect

In this room of disconnect

All I need are mannequins and me

Fabric straight from arm to arm

Rescuing my heart from harm

All that I can see speaks of finesse

Radically my fashion dreams

Costumed men and models scream

Fame is nothing more than force 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

When they speak their words of my demeanor

I will let them fuel wipe their 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