The purple lilac sweater hanging on the door
Reminds me of the person that I'm not anymore -
Someone so patient, so calm and so caring
Turned into someone who's now only staring
And not saying a thing, not giving a damn -
Just trying to figure who I really am.
Is it selfish to ask for something in return?
Why do I feel bad for the things I yearn?
Is it selfish to care about myself before you?
Why do I feel bad for things I didn't do?
The purple lilac sweater hanging on the door
Reminds of the person that I'm not anymore -
I'm sorry to disappoint; I'm sorry I don't care,
But I'm just sick of things being unfair
And I'm sick of you and you, and you, and you too
For making me do things I don't want to do.
Is it selfish to want some of the attention?
Why can't you just for once listen?
Is it selfish to feel the way I do?
Why do I always have to be taboo?
The purple lilac sweater hanging on the door
Is the mask we shed when we try to ignore
The pretence, the lies,
The conformity we despise,
The life outworn by trials and time -
This mask you realize isn't worth a dime
Because... it's not selfish to want recognition.
Everyone's entitled to a life clean of perdition.
It's not selfish to just simply want more
And rid yourself of that sweater hanging on your door.
