On the outside looking in,
It never really matters...

I could die tonight,
On the birth of the year...

I have this need you see,
A need which I have hidden...

What do you do,
When in confusion...

I'd rather be hated for what I am,
Than loved for what I'm not...

I'm sick of living,
I'm sick of lies...

I can't take this anymore,
I can't take this pain...

What am I doing,
To do it so wrong...

I'm home in his arms,
Home at last...

Magical feeling,
Floating in the air...

My love,
My lover...

You silly bastard,
You silly git...