Superficial Freak

Superficial little bitch I try and see below Hate the vapid vain disguise That I wear for the world Absent-minded bubblehead Is this who I am? It used to be That I could see And just be myself But now the question On my mind Who is the real self? The moaning whore I rarely see? The beaten child who cowers, hides? The brainiac Who no-one likes Or the 'baby' they all need? The girl who writes by candlelight The woman they think they know The gypsy who cannot be still Who loves only the moon Or I, who knows deep inside That it doesnt matter Its all a lie