I've bought the clothes, I've styled my hair,
But it's not fair, no it's not fair!
I've put on all this make-up, to not look like a freak;
And to keep up my physique, I haven't eaten in a week.
Now I'm at this stupid dance, to maybe find a true romance,
But every time there is a chance, he won't give me a second glance.
I walk the walk--in these uncomfortable heels I strut,
But he won't talk--he's still hanging with that slut.
Every time I'm near him, he casts me aside;
Is he too dignified, to see the tears I've cried?
They say I'll be loved, but I disagree;
Will I ever be happy? Is love a real guarantee?
Because no matter who I try to be,
There's a girl with a mask always better than me.