To live just how I am now, without changing
what is it I need?
If you can't even believe in yourself, what are you supposed to believe in?
The answer's too close; I can't see it.
In the middle of night, in tears
it's not me but my face that I'm drawing
Hiding my sadness to make a smiling face;
make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!