Lyrics
You don't know my name but you know the names on me
You recognize brand names associated with me, but not my actual identity.
Dripping in designer because I'm a nobody
I wear expensive designer clothing, yet I feel insignificant or unnoticed.
The devil wears Prada so you know I'm on fire
Referencing a famous movie ("The Devil Wears Prada") to suggest being influential or powerful, despite inner turmoil.
Use me like a lighter just to help you get higher
Others use me superficially, akin to using a lighter, for their own benefit.
You don't know me
My true self isn't understood or acknowledged.
I've been on my lonely
I've been isolated and feeling alone.
So I hide my pain with these designer names
I mask my emotional pain by focusing on material possessions.
Voids that I'm filling are never ending
The voids I'm trying to fill within myself are never satisfied.
I feel empty death is tempting
Feeling a profound sense of emptiness and considering death as an option.
Nothing is enough
Nothing material or external brings lasting relief or satisfaction.
To make me feel better
Nothing seems to improve my emotional state.
Crying on my floor but I'm covered in designer
Despite being emotionally distressed, I maintain a facade of luxury or wealth.
Crying in designer
Reiteration of the emotional distress masked by designer labels.
Crying in designer
-I'm crying in designer
-I'm crying in designer
-You don't know my name but you know the names on me
Reiteration of feeling unrecognized despite external appearances.
Dripping in designer because I'm a nobody
-The devil wears prada so you know I'm on fire
-Use me like a lighter just to help you get higher
-You don't know me
My true self remains hidden and misunderstood.
I've been on my lonely
Continued feelings of isolation and loneliness.
So I hide my pain with these designer names
Using materialistic symbols to cope with inner emotional pain.
Voids that I'm filling are never ending
Efforts to fill emotional voids prove futile.
I feel empty death is tempting
Intense feelings of emptiness, contemplating the appeal of death.
Nothing is enough
No external possession or experience alleviates the emotional turmoil.
To make me feel better
Nothing seems to bring lasting emotional relief.
Crying on my floor but I'm covered in designer
Despite being emotionally distraught, I maintain an outward appearance of luxury.
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