When blues, got me down
Then I, get turned around
I tend to, cut myself off
From things, I shouldn't run from
It doesn't really matter
Sometimes we run for cover
I'm always on the outside
Stabbed me in the back
Wanted things that I lack
Sticking to your ploy
Is this something you enjoy?
Publicity and insecurity
Just wanna be me
It's my need to be free
Chorus
It doesn't really matter
Sometimes we run for cover
I'm always on the outside (on my own)
You never seem to wonder
How much you make me suffer
I speak it from the inside
Looking right at me (at me)
Won't receive my plea (my plea)
Tell me what you mean (you mean)
I'm not what's on the screen (oh-oh)
Faking what will be (will be)
Fighting the fatigue (fatigue)
That's quite enough for me (for me)
Makes me wanna scream
(scream, scream, scream, scream, scream, scream)
Keep it to myself (Keep it to myself)
Chorus
It doesn't really matter
Sometimes we run for cover
I'm always on the outside
Keep it to myself (keep it to myself)
You never seem to wonder
How much you make me suffer