She wakes up every morning, to her heartbeat thumping loud
Wears designer labels, standing tall and gleaming proud
She can't see past the horizon, beyond this fortress she has built
Covers herself in makeup, just enough to mask the guilt
Open your eyes
Realize
Transformed into a martyr, a symbol of circumstance
Dragged along the current, without signs of resistance
Where's the girl with the agenda, the one that I once knew?
Can she break from the assembly, with a one-fingered salute?
Open your eyes
Realize