Renovated images of the girl insidenCut upnDressed downnAnd fit to be tiednI slumber, she dreams of thesenElaborate schemesnWhere she's the saviornnProve to me, pleasenThat this is differentnThis younThis herenThis menBut I fearnThere is not enough fever leftnFor me to believennGaps in my memory, holes in the wallnThe night I waited for the fairytale callnTrauma and lace and satin and pearlsnMade up to look like all little girlsnYet somehow I can still tellnThat it's me