I'm on the last train that leaves tonight
There's a trail of smoke in the sky
Birds still fly where you used to read your books
Now I realize that nothing is how it looks
Why can't you be real?
Just be yourself,
You feed the falsehood,
While inside your heart you're falling down
Is it your problem?
Or is it in my blood to be different?
You should have learned that when you're down the wind brings the truth
And now the truth is that being honest is an exception
All the hours I spent alone
All the times I played for no one,
Dancing with all the shadows in my room
My soul needs to be free for a while
Why can't you be real?
Just be yourself,
You feed the falsehood,
While inside your heart you're falling down
Is it your problem?
Or is it in my blood to be different?
You should have learned that when you're down the wind brings the truth
And now the truth is that being honest is an exception
Is it your problem?
Or is it in my blood to be different?
You should have learned that when you're down the wind brings the truth
And now the truth is that being honest is an exception
Yes, he's different
Yes, he's different
Yes, he's different
Yeah... Yes I am