Lie

Well you know I'm always guarded

Even so I seem quite nice

But I'm really bitter and twisted

And seething deep inside

I have always lacked that style

And that witty turn of phrase

To make you want to embrace me

And hold me always

I don't mean to analyse

I don't want to change

All I'm trying to say is that life is strange

We all have our own opinions

Our own personalities

With quirks and contradictions

In varying degrees

But both the lovely and the ugly

Share the journey to the grave

Both trying to find the reasons

Why they live their lives in chains

I don't mean to analyse

I don't want to change

All I'm trying to say is that life is strange

I don't mean to analyse

I don't want to change

All I'm trying to say is that life is strange