I'd like to take my dreams
or my memories
And put them in my palm
Or in a simple song
But i have realized
they're already in my eyes
So when you look at me, what do you see?

If you could cleam up my face
Dress me up in lace
Or in the latest style
For a little while
Would't that change who i am
Affect some master plan
Or what you thought of me?
Oh, what do you see?
What do you see?

I walk around this town
With my head hung down
And to the passing I...
Another lullaby
I'd like to think i'm more than this
Yet still i Must insist
that's what everyone else beleives
What do you see?

We are social creatures bound
Upon the ones around
To value and define
Our status all the time
Yet still i try so hard
To omit and discard
That notion, generally.
And do you see?
Do you see?
Do you see?