You stay on 'til you're good and raw
  Go back and forth, a little see saw
  Praying that this ride will end
  But when it does you go again
  Can't get that monster
  Out of my mind
  She's got my hair and
  She's got my eyes
  She follows me wherever I go
  Speaking for me and
  Wearing my clothes
  You hang on 'til your hands are sore
  Blistering but you still want more
  You think there's something here for you
  Go out and buy yourself a clue
  In Hollywood where all the lights are low
  And truth's as rare as the winter snow
  She wanted a place arid as her soul
  Where her only job was never to grow old
  When the lights are shining
  Will you see my skin
  Or just the shell that
  I'm packaged in
  I've held my tongue
  And I've hid my sores
  If I'm less of myself
  Will you love me more