It was the morning after the month before
And Im looking like a nose with eyes
Take a trip or letter to make me feel better
Cos I know my mirror never lies
Have you ever had the feeling that your lifes down the can
And the hand that holds the whip is not your own
Your breakfasts going cold and your routines getting old
Is it me thats feeling insecure?
Hiding in the darkness where they cant see your eyes
In a naked city cinema
Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen
And nobody gives a damn who you are
Youre surrounded by the bitter and the boring
And you wonder if youre on the turn
And again you get hurt when theyre dishing the dirt
Is it me thats feeling insecure?
I havent got time to worry about the future
When Im busy covering up my past
Start to consider a tuck behind the ears
When 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 Im winning the war
But then again Im different than the rest
Im 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 Im alive
So Ill spit in your face and push you over the place
If Im ever feeling so unsure
And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell
Its not me thats feeling insecure
It was the morning after the month before
And Im looking like a nose with eyes
Take a trip or letter to make me feel better
Cos I know my mirror never lies
Have you ever had the feeling that your lifes down the can
And the hand that holds the whip is not your own
Your breakfasts going cold and your routines getting old
Is it me thats feeling insecure?
Forget the lows
Just love the highs
And wipe that look
Out from my eyes
Forget the face
That I despise
Cos I know my mirror
Never lies
Ill come up fighting
Like the best
But then Im different
Than the rest
And I wonder how my looks will last
Because my life is really fast
And you wonder if youre on the turn
Oh, baby, wont you ever learn
That Im a cut above the rest
Dont worry about the way I dress
And if my make-up looks a mess
Im not about to get depressed
Cos Im the one that loves to lose
Just loser in my fuck me shoes
And Ive got the touch
And Ive got the feel
To make your good time
Really real
Ill just spit right in your face
And push you all around the place
Just love to love
Just love to live
Just love to live
Just love to love
And, baby, are you so, so sure
That youre the one thats insecure?