| It creeps around me all the time | |
| This restless feelin' on my mind | |
| Confusin' and abusin' me | |
| So I won't turn around to see | |
| What I should do instead | |
| Be alive | |
| I look at myself | |
| I disappear | |
| I can't do that | |
| But it's such an easy way out | |
| It bruises me when I complain | |
| It changes me that way again | |
| What I should do instead | |
| Be alive | |
| I look at myself | |
| I disappear | |
| I can't do that | |
| But it's such an easy way out | |
| But I don't understand | |
| How you do | |
| The things that you do | |
| So easily | |
| You can't do that | |
| And it's such an easy way out |