| It was the morning after the month before |
| And I’m looking like a nose with eyes |
| Take a trip or letter to make me feel better |
| Cos I know my mirror never lies |
| Have you ever had the feeling that your life’s down the can |
| And the hand that holds the whip is not your own |
| Your breakfast’s going cold and your routine’s getting old |
| Is it me that’s feeling insecure? |
| Hiding in the darkness where they can’t see your eyes |
| In a naked city cinema |
| Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen |
| And nobody gives a damn who you are |
| You’re surrounded by the bitter and the boring |
| And you wonder if you’re on the turn |
| And again you get hurt when they’re dishing the dirt |
| Is it me that’s feeling insecure? |
| I haven’t got time to worry about the future |
| When I’m busy covering up my past |
| Start to consider a tuck behind the ears |
| When I wonder if my looks will last |
| I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair |
| But come up fighting like the best |
| And I can tell myself that I’m winning the war |
| But then again I’m different than the rest |
| I’m not the hardest person in the world |
| But like the song says 'I will survive' |
| And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck |
| But at least I feel that I’m alive |
| So I’ll spit in your face and push you over the place |
| If I’m ever feeling so unsure |
| And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell |
| It’s not me that’s feeling insecure |