Oh! I desperately wanted to change

Who I am wasn't who I was meant to be

And the inside is feeling cheap

Think of changing the clothes that you wear?

Think of changing the color of your hair?

Like it would matter to me

Lose me in a crowd and find me at the very edge

Find me in the gambling hall accumulating debts

Find me in the darkened underpass finishing cigarettes

While the busy cars keep passing overhead

Stare in the mirror and I’m listening deep

Reassuring myself that I can't fall

They're all listening from the hall

Think of changing the way that you speak?

Think of changing the company you keep?

Like that would matter to me

Lose me in a crowd and find me at the very edge

Find me in the gambling hall accumulating debts

Find me in the darkened underpass finishing cigarettes

While the busy cars keep passing overhead

Oh! I swear that I am hanging by a thread