The Devil Wears Prada This Song Is Called Lyrics

I am the speaker
but what is responsibility?
This is beg of you,
build me brick upon brick.
High tides;
waves of hypocrisy.
I didn't think the clock struck
more than twelve times.
I decided to name her insomnia.
"Her teeth (show) like white seeds
in a scarlet fruit"
This I must tell you, old friend:
fear beauty.
This is meager, this is feeble.
She was only a fiction and my creation