Lyrics
Fadade says she's not going anywhere
She doesn't like the outside anymore
Fadade says her soul feels so bare
Exposure cuts her to her core
"She's not your type," say her friends to those who ask.
"Her head's not right."
"My head's alright," Fadade says to them.
"But I'm not your type.
I'll never go, never improve, never be anything I wanted to be."
Fadade wrote in a note she left on her dresser
"I've gone back to the factory.
I'm defective merchandise, my effort is less and lesser.
Reached the point where I can't breathe."
"She was so nice," say her friends to those who ask.
"She seemed alright.
She was really bright-- can't believe she went away
She's lost her fight.
She'll never go, never improve, never do anything that she wanted to do."
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