I'm no artist, dolled up
and I'm not perfect, flawed is beautiful
and I'm worth it.
Shining so bright, to the world
its blinding, on my accord it is
real no binding
And this camera is winding back to the days
where I once stood and began and it
comes back flashing like a train that is passing
memories are dashing, lives are crashing
people are masking the truth, and trust and believe
I'm not here to judge, I'm just here to listen, cause I'm that faded girl
that someday too late you'll realize you're missing.