It seems so hard to find a decent place outside
With no need to hide, you can speak your mind. you can be honest
And you don't have to pretend you could brave the day
And wear a naked face...

But why do you loathe all your friends
Making cracks at their expense
If you choose a reason why, it would probably make you cry
While you fight with the still small voice inside
You can read me like a book, I guess there's nothing to hide
You could read me like a book...

But why do you loathe all your friends
Making cracks at their expense
If you choose a reason why, it would probably make you cry
While you fight with the still small voice inside
You can read me like a book, I guess there's nothing to hide
You could read me like a book... there's nothing to hide...