Tekst:
it seems so hard to find a decent place outside
with no need to hide you can speak your mind you can be honest
and you don't have to pretend you could brave the day
and wear a naked face but why do you loathe all your friends?
making cracks at their expense if you choose a reason
why it would probably make you cry while you fight
with the still small voice inside you can read me like a book,
i guess there's nothing to hide there is nothing to hide
with no need to hide you can speak your mind you can be honest
and you don't have to pretend you could brave the day
and wear a naked face but why do you loathe all your friends?
making cracks at their expense if you choose a reason
why it would probably make you cry while you fight
with the still small voice inside you can read me like a book,
i guess there's nothing to hide there is nothing to hide
