I cannot pretend that I'm not alone;
I cannot find it in me to say I'm happy,
I cannot lie in bed and feel wholesome again,
I cannot endure for just another day.

I cannot be here and there all the time,
I cannot be one and many all the same,
I cannot be true to me and to everyone,
I cannot be me and I cannot be you.

So I'm alone in my skin tonight,
I'll wrap myself tight and I'll dry my own tears,
Don't weep for my loss, I can do it myself,
I think I'll just be here for a little while more.

I'm lost in my dreams I cannot be sane,
I am not right in my head; where is my heart anyway?
When there's finally a breeze, I'll make her my friend,
so don't stay for a while, just go, I'll be fine.

And as much as that's a lie, I cannot pretend to be fine,
I cannot sit here and think I'm surrounded by friends.
And as much as my shoulder can shrug off troubles,
I think I'm dying a little inside.