Why do I feel so sick of usefulness?
Sit myself down, call me a clown
And tell me which way I should file outta here
'Cause I'm running outta friends and I'm running outta ways to be free
Why should it be so hard to announce myself to this world?
Why do I see emotion breaking my legs free?
It suddenly arrives, follows me around
And shoves me all the way toward the ground
To the edge of my fears and the heart of my dreams awaken me
Why should it be so hard to announce myself to this world?
I'm walking around, splitting image of some kinda clown
I reach for the doorknob, open that door
And open my way to another day's dawn
'Cause it's proud of my pain as I whisper in vain to release me
Why should it be so hard to announce myself to this world?