Like I'm seventeen and the world turns hostile around me I keep my distance but somehow I slip into their arms And the well kept secret Handing out compliments and stupid opinions I loose myself Figuring out how long I have pretended that I live here Inside the private lives and ugly suicides I would never bother among commercial signs and common sense Maybe deeper I can't relate to the facts and I'm unable to act surprised It's too familiar Safe and sound inside of trouble deep feeling clever There's not a thing that could wake me You see like anyone of you people Will be back here again to wake me when it's over

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