The girl in the chair with the long golden hair,
well, that used to be me.
A flirtatious smile unpredictably wild
always trying to please.
I was always walking one step ahead
or so I thought until the monster crawled into my bed.
Rewind and erase that shocked look on your face
'cause your Mona Lisa is dead.
A million words, a thousand days.
The girl I used to be
has a terrible case of mistaken identity.
And yesterday's girl is not what you see.
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity.
The sun likes to rise and the moon likes to fall
and that's kinda like my life.
I've played the role of the nice girl next door
who gets cut like a knife.
Now I'm not looking for apologie eyes
and I don't want to spend a night on a bed of beautiful lies.
Erase and rewind, leave that sick girl behind
and fast forward, fast forward.
A thousand days.
The girl I used to be
has a terrible case of mistaken identity.
And yesterday's girl is not what you see.
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity.
That's not me, it's just not me.
That's not me!
The girl that I used to be
has a terrible case of mistaken identity.
And yesterday's girl is not what you see.
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity.
The girl I used to be
has a terrible case of mistaken identity.
And yesterday's girl is not what you see.
It's a terrible case of mistaken identity.
That was the girl that I used to be.
A terrible case of mistaken identity.
That was the girl that I used to be.
A terrible case of mistaken identity.