I’m Not Strange
Find my thoughts on pavements home
I'm still scared of things, maybe it’s not the dark
Sometimes it's the days and the minutes
Spent on my fingers counting the things I could have done
To make the change
I like to believe I'm strange
Wading through this place
I’m every other face
I am the same
I'm not strange, I'm a bore to everyone I've ever met
I'm not strange, I'm a bore to everyone I've ever met