Don’t know, who a man is in the world of heroes and sluts.
Tryin’ to find the right one, always stumbling on "buts".
Giving up being a good girlie, habituating to "no",
You're in control, you're out of control.
Putting on your best dress just to throw it out.
You lose self-identity in front of the crowd
Of those who will never deserve
Your words, body and nerves.
Well, go on, this is what you’re actually born for
No one will ever meet the man you used to be before.