Shiny Magazine

I saw your face In a pretty magazine You don't even know What you are and what you've seen Why do you lie Do you need to fill us fear Why don't know you too Oh we used to look up to you Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just doesn't sell And I've got better things to do I try to run but my legs ache The photographs that I refuse to take Oh will it never end We are alone departed from our bones What's that worth to you Oh we used to look up to you Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just doesn't sell And I've got better things to do Am I hiding again Am I hiding again Tell me how to live my life Ooh ooh ooh Well the sun is shining down Well the sun is shining down Oh my god I know too well Being sweet just never sell And I've got better things to do Am I hiding again Am I hiding again Tell me how to live my life Ooh ooh ooh Well the sun is shining down Well the sun is shining down