I look into your eyes
And not to my surprise
I see nothing inside
But vapid thoughts and nasty plots
Such a pretty face, it'll go to waste
Getting chopped away with plastic knives
These are just the days of our lives
Trophy boys and trophy wives
All of them with ugly broken insides
And yet they are who we idolise
Pretty puppets that make the real boys want to be fake
Bought a new face but you lost who you are
Just to be another insignificant star
Nothing original, ever forgettable
