| You could think that I’m a freak
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| When I’m talking to myself
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| But it’s like I was too weak to be someone else
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| You can think that I’m a creep
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| When I’m singing all alone
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| But it’s like I couldn’t see straight on my own
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| When I fall, it start again
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| And when I feel like I’m just dead
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| And when I go, it comes again
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| And now I see, see
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| In my head
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| There’s something that saves me all the time
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| In myself
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| It appears when I’m breaking down
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| Like a whisper in my head coming from I don’t know where
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| Like a whisper in my head, when I’ve got something to share
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| Like a whisper in my head
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| When I’m unable to speak
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| It’s coming from somebody else
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| Now I know it is just stronger than myself (than myself)
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| That’s the way I have to live
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| Not to fall down every night
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| In the end I’m not alone and that’s my light
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| When I fall, it start again
|
| And when I feel like I’m just dead
|
| And when I go, it comes again
|
| And now I see, see
|
| In my head
|
| There’s something that saves me all the time
|
| In myself
|
| It appears when I’m breaking down
|
| Like a whisper in my head coming from I don’t know where
|
| Like a whisper in my head, when I’ve got something to share
|
| You could think that I’m a freak
|
| When I’m talking to myself
|
| But it’s like I was too weak to be someone else
|
| You can think that I’m a creep
|
| When I’m singing all alone
|
| But it’s like I couldn’t see straight on my own
|
| Head
|
| There’s something that saves me all the time
|
| In myself
|
| It appears when I’m breaking down
|
| Like a whisper in my head coming from I don’t know where
|
| Like a whisper in my head, when I’ve got something to share |