Lyrics

Bettering

Everything stays the same.
Everyone wants their fame.
She said this to me over paper and dreams.
I said I disagree.
That's a lie spun in magazines.
Not something real to believe
And it doesn't come free.


Once again the sound of Bettering.
It's isn't who you are it's who you'll be.
And when you're there your aren't what you seem,
Just an old slate clean.


They'll change your weight your hair.
They'll change the things you wear.
You'll be much happier
If you ever get there.

Once again the sound of Bettering
It isn't who you are it's who you'll be.
And when you're there your aren't what you seem,
Just an old slate clean.


She forgot my name in days
I wouldn't be her clay.
I found a better way.