The Devil Wears Prada – This Song Is Called

I am the speaker but what is responsibility?
This is beg of you, build me brick upon brick.
High tides; waves of hypocrisy.
This is beg of you, build me brick upon brick.
I didn't think the clock struck more than twelve times.
I decided to name her insomnia.
Her teeth like white seeds in a scarlet fruit

This I must tell you, old friend
Her teeth like white seeds in a scarlet fruit
This I must tell you, old friend
This I must tell you, old friend
Old friend
Old friend
Fear beauty.
Fear beauty.
This is meager, this is feeble.
She was only fiction in my creation
My creation