Nobody knows me, not even me
I'm the one running round shouting let me be free
The truth is a different reality
But I'll keep it inside, let nobody see
I surprise myself with my state of play
Patience of a saint depending on the day
I say what I mean and mean what I say
Some people just don't like it that way
I'm totally happy, but my face says I'm sad
That's all down to a condition I had
I don't want to be good, I don't want to be bad
And although I'm grown up, in my heart I'm a lad
Afraid to reach out, see what stretching brings
Scared of the show, better off in the wings
You may hear me say let me loose, let me sing
But I'm only pretending, for I live for my ring
I'm a bit of a mixture, a bit of a mess
I can't give any more than what I confess
It doesn't take much to give me happiness
But just what that is could be anyone's guess
Try to be truthful, don't like telling lies
My writing's my mask, a thin disguise
Don't try kidding a kidder, for everyone cries
But my heart's in good shape, I can tell by its size
At least I can say my spirit's free
The one thing I definitely know about me
I may lock it all up, I may give you the key
I'm someone, I'm something, but I ain't nobody...
Thumbs up to Supertramp for the title.
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