When you, get 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
Once did a thing like that
Sticking to your ploy
Is this something you enjoy?
Publicity and insecurity
Just wanna be me
It's my need to be free