Am I peeking if I look? Do my kisses feel invasive? Am I crying when I smile? Who am I to say? Can I see this from the inside? Am I dying just to say? With all these words hung 'round my neck, my head is feeling heavy -- Let me sleep. Did I sneak something inside? A bitter pill, a tasteless poison? Do I have something to hide? Who am I to say? I'm lonely as a leper. I'm contagious as hell. With my clothing and my make-up, I bet you couldn't tell. Some nights I don't sleep, and when I do, I sleep fitfully. These dreams are not mine and I wake up in a very bad mood. ...and I wake up in a very bad mood.... ...and I wake up in a very bad mood.... ...and I wake up in a very bad mood....