It's monday morning 
She is sitting and watching 
The people pass her by 
There's no way you could miss her 
She looks lonely I wonder why 
The dress is made by Gucci, 
The Prada, Dior and jewelry shine a mile 
Diamonds may be your best 
Friend; but they won't light up your life

Does it really make you happy or is it only temporary 
Tell me how long can you 
Hide behind your masquerade 
I know reality can be so scary

How long can you carry on 
How long til you right the wrong 
How long til the clouds are gone 
You will realise that there's an answer 
Waiting for you

It's [bad word] tragic every night is the same 
When she sits in her home, alone 
She's the sole survivor all her friends 
Have been and gone 
Her empty chairs are standing silent 
Only sadness fills the void 
Now she has [bad word] an island 
And her eyes can see no joy 

What will it take to make you happy 
When will you find your sanctuary 
How long can you hide behind your masquerade 
I know reality can be so scary

How long can you carry on 
How long til you right the wrong 
How long til the clouds are gone 
You will realise that there's an answer 
Waiting for you