You don't have to worry 'bout me
So far being me has been the wrong thing to be...

When I was a boy
I had a neighbor...

I'm not looking for a wife
But for a bed to spend the night...

I know you've been there before
(not the first time...

Break me down, My thorns my crown
Feel the loss, Nailed to the cross...

Cleansing rain, fall on me.
Change my heart, so I can see...

Hear the beating of a lonely heart and
Feel the pain of a love departed...

One more song and I'm done with this lie.
I'm not artist, that requires beauty...

Blood red Stripes, A Sacrifice
To take my sin, Erase my pride...

They've got their own strange breed of masochism.
I've got a new breed of machismo...

How could I have been so blind,
To all the lies before my eyes...

It's a good problem to have,
But it's a problem...