Short of apologising for a mind I compartmentalise in other people's minds
What would I do?
But the tragedy lays not in what dies but what dies inside while you're still alive
What would I do?
If it's so incredibly worth hanging on to then why does it feel so good
When you're giving it away?
And if saving face is worth everything to you then why do you take the shape
Of an angel when you forget your human cage?
Listen, this is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
I walk the streets without my clothes
But I'm wrapped up in what's inside
Inside and almost petrified to expose a human side
But this is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
I took the journalist by the hand
And led that bleeding sucker to the mirror
I took the singer by the hand
And asked him for imagination
When you're so wrapped up in the things in front of it
You can't build a better mind
It serves no one to reiterate the truth
When the truth is better left behind
But this is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
I walk the streets without my clothes
But I'm wrapped up in what's inside
Inside and almost petrified to expose a human side
But this is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
It's not that nobody gets what they want
I don't think anybody does what they want
They survive in pantomimes
With revised lines the past decries
So darn rehearsed these petty fools
To put a step outside of you
And never lose a single beat
Just to keep the face I couldn't bear to see
But this is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
I walk the streets without my clothes
But I'm wrapped up in what's inside
Inside and almost petrified to expose a human side
But this is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
This is who I am when I'm alone
