And it's the same foregone conclusionAll the things hurt when I was youngIt's the sample of delusion Spit from everybody's tongueAnd I don't know how to be anotherDon't know how to be "the one"Oh I have only just discovered who I am and where I'm coming fromIf you could see me nowThere'd be no purpose left to try and figure outIf you could see me nowYou would be the last one in or outAnd we can talk about solutionsTill we're red (or blue) in the faceAnd we can stare at our illusionsAnd just smile till the mirror breaksAnd I don't know how to be anotherDon't know how to be "the one"Oh I have only just discovered who I am and what I have becomeIf you could see me nowThere'd be no purpose left to try and figure outIf you could see me nowYou would be the last one in or outThere's no accounting taste when you uncover what I seeAnd don't you call it a waste when it's only your mistakeIf you could see me nowThere'd be no purpose left to try and figure outIf you could see me nowYou would be the last one in or outIf you could see me nowThere'd be no purpose left to try and figure outIf you could see me nowYou would be the last one in or outIf you could see me nowThere'd be no purpose left to try and figure outIf you could see me nowYou would be the last one in or out