INTRO: When bruised, coming 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 Stab me in the back, wanting things that I lack Sticking to your ploy, is there something you enjoy? Publicity, and insecurity, Just wanna be me, it's my need to be free It doesn't really matter Sometimes we run for cover I'm always on the outside You never seem to wonder How much you make me suffer I speak it from the inside Looking right at me Won't receive my plea Tell me what you mean I'm not what's on the screen Thinking what will be Fighting in my sleep That's quite enough for me Make me wanna scream Keep it to myself It doesn't really matter Sometimes we run for cover I'm always on the outside You never seem to wonder How much you make me suffer I speak it from the inside