Here in this yellow roomnBlocking the screaming sounds from the stagenTheir silhouettes passing by in the doorwaynI pay no mindnnYou're half-dressed and star-strucknWill they pull you out?nWill they bring you back?nnWe both know what's comingnYou aren't the first nYou won't be the lastnnSo take it all off for themnTake it all off for themnI swear, they'll like itnnI'm listening to what they saynFeeling less and less okaynBut it's the same old storynHow do I fix my head?nHow do I fix my head?nnLiving in a world where changing nWhat you got makes you betternWhy's that plastic surgery'snJust what you neednThen you'll be happynnSurrounded by mirrors and people who starenSilently judgingnDependent on make-up and being adorednCan't be self-assurednnI wish that I could make you seenHow do I make you seenWithout it allnYou're lovelynnI'm listening to what they saynFeeling less and less okaynBut it's the same old storynHow do I fix my head?nHow do I fix my head?nHow do I?nHow do I fix my head?nHow do I fix my head?