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
'Cause 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, this 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, this feeling insecure?
I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future
Well I'm busy covering up my past
Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears
Well 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 put you over the place
If I'm ever feeling so unsure
And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell
It's not me, this feeling insecure
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
'Cause 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, this feeling insecure?
[Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only:]
Forget the lows, just live the highs
And wipe the make up from my eyes
Forget the faces that I despise
As I know my mirror never lies
I come up fighting like the best
But then I'm better than the rest
And I wonder how my looks will last
Because my love is really fast
And you wonder if you're on the turn
Oh baby won't you ever learn
That I'm a cut above the rest
Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed
And if my make up looks a mess
I'm not about to get depressed
'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose
Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes
And I've got the touch and I've got the feel
To make a good time really real
I'll just spit right in your face
And push you all around the face
Just love to love, just love to live
Just love to live, just love to love
And baby are you so so sure
That you're the one that's insecure?