There you are, screaming In a world with a different mother tongue Looking for a home abroad Thinking it's not the world but it's you Who's deeply flawed So throw your stones I will keep up my guard I was born with this voice I was born with this heart I am a revolving door People pass me by And push me away A picture of yourself Painted by somebody else I won't soak in all the colours That will only make me drown I'm just trying to live a life Worth breathing So throw your stones I will keep up my guard I was born with this voice I was born with this heart A picture of yourself Painted by somebody else I won't soak in all the colours That will only make me drown We're just part of a story And stories need to be told