you stay on til you re good and raw go back and forth a little see saw hoping 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 you still want more you think there s something here for you go out and buy yourself a clue 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 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