You've never felt quite right in your own skin and there's no place for a crook like me. You've never been in love. I don't know what it is and I don't believe that anyone can change me because you don't know anything about me. My backs against the door to keep you on the outside and nobody knows what I'm trying to hide.
You've never felt quite right behind those green eyes and you can't hide from a crook like me. You left me outside just knocking on your door, knocking on your door. I'm not sure if I can do this anymore.
You left me outside, knocking for so long that my knuckles bleed and nobody knows what I'm trying to hide not even me.
