Strangers Hiding under the familiar Even though I'm changing, aging They keep getting stranger Is this who I really want them to be? And what for? What for? Cut me out a reason to feel better than before, but I can't lie Find me Hiding underneath the paper Caught myself in danger Made of something unfamiliar This is what I really want But, what for? What for? Cut me out a reason to feel better than before What for? What for? Cut me out a reason to feel better than before, but I can't lie Better than, better than before Better than, better than before Better than, better than before Better than, better than before Better than, better than before Better than, better than before Cut me out a reason to feel better than before