She's got a little book   She thinks it tells the truth   Easy answers so simple she can't refuse   It's disengenous, just like the smile on her face   Somewhere here there's a mind that has been misplaced   Taking the easy way always get you through the day       He's got a bank account   He's got a house in the hills   He burns the midnight oil, he can't get off the pills   He'd give it all away to get a little more   He's a bright exterior, an empty core   Doubt if he'll ever see   They're burning him in effigy       Losing yourself in the path that you've taken   You are nothing if not vacant   Fill yourself up just to end up more hollow   Fall to your knees for the false that you follow       She's got a catalog   It's full of hopes and dreams   It makes her hate herself, it's what she wants to be   She spends more every day, she wants the fairy tale   And everytime she tries, and everytimes she fails   She wallows in her shame   No one but herself to blame