Renovated images of the girl inside   Cut up   Dressed down   And fit to be tied   I slumber, she dreams of these   Elaborate schemes   Where she's the savior      Prove to me, please   That this is different   This you   This here   This me   But I fear   There is not enough fever left   For me to believe      Gaps in my memory, holes in the wall   The night I waited for the fairytale call   Trauma and lace and satin and pearls   Made up to look like all little girls   Yet somehow I can still tell   That it's me