Paper thin conviction
Turning another page
Planning how to build myself to be
Everything that I am not at all
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
And I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them oh
Oh why must I work so hard
Just so I can feel like the noble ones
Obligations to my heart of gold
Superficial lines explain it all
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
Oh I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
Oh And I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them
Paper thin conviction
Turning another page
Planning how to build myself to be
Everything that I am not at all
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
And I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them oh
Oh why must I work so hard
Just so I can feel like the noble ones
Obligations to my heart of gold
Superficial lines explain it all
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
Oh I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
Oh And I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them
Paper thin conviction
Turning another page
Planning how to build myself to be
Everything that I am not at all
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
And I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them oh
Oh why must I work so hard
Just so I can feel like the noble ones
Obligations to my heart of gold
Superficial lines explain it all
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
Oh I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
For I turn a fire on the skin
Oh And I'm growing fond of broken people
As I see that I am one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them
I'm one of them