It's not easy, but it's harder to just admit it

So we struggle through but I don't need this

Or the mess I've made that I don't believe in

Cos I know I;ll be saved by my own..

Hand in hand we would never understand

That all along I was always Mr Wrong

But I want you to believe me, it's alright

I'm leaving it's alright...

Believe me, even though these words have no real meaning

Spending all this time thinking I'm anaemic

Or there's something else that's making me sick

Still I know I'll be saved by my own...

Hand in hand we would never understand

That all along I was always Mr Wrong

But I want you to believe me, it's alright

I'm leaving it's alright...

Just can't really see myself

Living in the basement forever

Even though it's dark down there

I'm growing into something weaker

Living on recycled air