What Would I Do?

Short of apologising for a mind I compartmentalise in other people's minds

What would I do?

But the tragedy lays not in what dies but what dies inside while you're still alive

What would I do?

If it's so incredibly worth hanging on to then why does it feel so good

When you're giving it away?

And if saving face is worth everything to you then why do you take the shape

Of an angel when you forget your human cage?

Listen, this is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

I walk the streets without my clothes

But I'm wrapped up in what's inside

Inside and almost petrified to expose a human side

But this is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

I took the journalist by the hand

And led that bleeding sucker to the mirror

I took the singer by the hand

And asked him for imagination

When you're so wrapped up in the things in front of it

You can't build a better mind

It serves no one to reiterate the truth

When the truth is better left behind

But this is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

I walk the streets without my clothes

But I'm wrapped up in what's inside

Inside and almost petrified to expose a human side

But this is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

It's not that nobody gets what they want

I don't think anybody does what they want

They survive in pantomimes

With revised lines the past decries

So darn rehearsed these petty fools

To put a step outside of you

And never lose a single beat

Just to keep the face I couldn't bear to see

But this is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

I walk the streets without my clothes

But I'm wrapped up in what's inside

Inside and almost petrified to expose a human side

But this is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone

This is who I am when I'm alone