I give myself to strangers.
When I\'m on stage, and when I\'m off it.
Whether it\'s throngs of screaming fans or just one man, it\'s always outsiders.
To wither away in.
Everyone sees me for what I am.
Rightfully so, they hate me.
Almost as much as I hate myself.
I\'m willing to hate myself for what I\'ve done.
Showing the world my ugly.
Then I\'m peeled back to the nerve.
Just layers of lies.
Not the real me.
It\'s easier, because then it\'s not so obvious that there is no real me.
People who don\'t know me.
I give myself to strangers.
When I\'m on stage, and when I\'m off it.
Whether it\'s throngs of screaming fans or just one man, it\'s always outsiders