It was the morning after the month before
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And I'm looking like a nose with eyes
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Take a trip or letter to make me feel better
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Cos I know my mirror never lies
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Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can
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And the hand that holds the whip is not your own
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Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old
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Is it me that's feeling insecure?
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Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes
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In a naked city cinema
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Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen
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And nobody gives a damn who you are
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You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring
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And you wonder if you're on the turn
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And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt
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Is it me that's feeling insecure?
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I haven't got time to worry about the future
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When I'm busy covering up my past
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Start to consider a tuck behind the ears
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When I wonder if my looks will last
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I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair
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But come up fighting like the best
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And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war
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But then again I'm different than the rest
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I'm not the hardest person in the world
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But like the song says 'I will survive'
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And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck
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But at least I feel that I'm alive
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So I'll spit in your face and push you over the place
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If I'm ever feeling so unsure
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And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell
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It's not me that's feeling insecure
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Insecure Me
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| Marc Almond |
