I dress myself in painted smiles,

But inside I can’t find a home.

My house is filled with endless silence,

And I just don’t want to be alone.

The parties just leave me emptier,

The lights go dark when I walk back here.

The noise can’t cover up this wound,

In solitude, I drown in tears.

I feel a void deep inside of me,

No endless night can set it free.

Behind these childish pajamas I wear,

Lives a woman tired of waiting there.

What is happiness without some peace?

What is freedom if I’ve nowhere to be?

Red lipstick cannot hide this pain,

Nor the photos where I fake a smile.

I wanted more than fleeting moments,

Just someone to stay for a while.

I whisper softly so I won’t hear,

The truth inside I can’t disguise.

The laughter outside doesn’t fill me,

This emptiness just grips me tight.

I feel a void deep inside of me,

No endless night can set it free.

Behind these childish pajamas I wear,

Lives a woman tired of waiting there.

I thought the parties could be enough,

But silence is the only one I trust.

I’m so empty, empty, empty…

Nothing fills me, not night, not plenty.

I’m so empty, empty, empty…

What I crave, no one can give.

Where is real love? Where does it live?