On Your Own کے بول

A Minor Novelty One torn and draped with comedy Patched up high upon your shelf All sense and no sense for one self To know a voice To stand on your own I never knew I could be A stranger in my own home A faint silhoutte Mismatched against a different pallete Lost amongst the cast and crew All sense and no sense who knew? To know a voice To stand on your own I never knew I could be A stranger in my own home I will Rearrange The room to suit my view I will Rearrange The stage to suit my view And I won't continue to break Bend or shine for you no more And I won't continue to break Bend or shave anymore