Eighteen years in the making
Her heart is heavy in fear of it breaking
And every tear is an awakening
Its brings her nearer she appears to be taken in
By the sight of a girl she doesn’t recognize
Her own image yo how could she forget those eyes
Probably cus the one that’s behind them
Has grown a little weary of the One who designed them
All she ever wanted was to feel pretty
She pours pain in her heart till it spills pity
Blind to her own masterpiece
She hangs pictures on the wall
Of people she would rather be
This isn’t how it has to be
Visit pass the screen
See how they fit false images in magazines
Media type magic photo shop press
See how it looks like plastic yo its not flesh
She’s a product of the products they sell
Another project in a marketing cell
And it’s getting even harder to tell
Herself her bodies beautiful
Trying to copy what computers do

That don’t mean nothing
Wasting your time
Looking for something you’ll never find
Look through the make up
It’s not what it seems
When will we wake up from half of a dream

His wallet size is a call to the eyes of most women
Plus the car that he drives and his bold living
Meant to symbolize he’s goal driven
Now He’s starting to wonder
Why everyone he knows is gold digging
From his home living to his bar hoping
Wherever he is he knows his credit cards got him
Feeling like a star shopping
With the fear of rock bottom
Steering his wheels and not stopping
Yeah he got problems but he won't let them find him
He’d rather not solve them then let them redefine him
See he can’t see behind them only his need to hide them
Within his dreams he ties them
On to everything he’s buying
He sees an item he makes a purchase
Never seeing inside him that there’s a greater purpose
And everything he’s paid for is straight worthless
If what he’s made for doesn’t break surface
He’s a product of the products he sells
Another project in a marketing cell
And it’s getting even harder to tell
Himself from his merchandise
The search for gold ain't worth your life

That don’t mean nothing
Wasting your time
Looking for something you’ll never find
Look through the make up
It’s not what it seems
When will we wake up from half of a dream
No one ever said it was easy
Life will break you down if you let it
But you gotta work
But you gotta work through it somehow
I know how you feel believe me
You got to make a point to just stand your ground
The time is now without a doubt
We’ll get through it and figure it out
That don’t mean nothing
Wasting your time
Looking for something you’ll never find
Look through the make up
It’s not what it seems
When will we wake up from half of a dream