Paper thin conviction,
Turning another page,
Plotting how to build myself to be
Everything that I am not at all

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles,
Facades are a fire on the skin
And I'm growing fond of broken people,
As I see that I am one of them

I'm one of them [x2]

Oh, why must I work so hard,
Just so I can feel like the nobles ones?
Obligations to my heart are gone,
Superficial lines explain it all

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles,
Facades are a fire on the skin
Oh, I'm growing fond of broken people,
As I see that I am one of them

Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles,
Facades are a fire on the skin
Oh, and I'm growing fond of broken people,
As I see that I am one of them

I'm one of them [x4]