Paramore

I'm sitting in a room
Made up of only big white walls and indoor halls
There's people looking through
The window though they know exactly what we're here for
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else
You'd rather be
You're always on display
For everyone to watch and learn from
Don't you know by now
You can't turn back
Because this road is all you'll ever have
And it's obvious that you're dying, dying
Just living proof that the camera's lying
And open wide, 'cause this is your night
So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style
You'll go out in style
If you let me I could
I'd show you how to build your fences
Set restrictions, separate from the world
Because the ground that you hate to fight
Just blame the limelight
Don't look up
Just let them think
There's no place else