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]