I'm afraid of walking down this way.
If I dress in black and chains,
I can only be with those of my kind.
But I'm afraid of going down that path.
I fear they'll see through to my weakness of heart.

If all you do is please someone else,
Then you will never know yourself.
If all you ever are is someone else,
Then you will never be yourself.

I'm afraid of going down this way.
If all I wear is flares and T's,
I can only be with those of my kind.
But I'm afraid of heading down that path.
I fear they'll see through to my morbidness of mind.

If all you do is please someone else,
Then you will never know yourself.
If all you ever are is someone else,
Then you will never be yourself.

Everyone has a face or two.
A face for themself.
A face for someone else.
But you only get one life,
So what face are you gonna serve?

I'm afraid of heading down this way.
If I put on that cross around my neck,
I can only be with those of my kind.
But I'm afraid of walking down that path.
I fear they'll see through to my darkness of soul.

With all these faces judging mine.
Which face to I want to be my kind?
What if I want to be myself though I'd be all alone?
What if I choose to be persecuted by all?
But really now, WHO GIVES A DAMN WHAT OTHERS THINK!?

If all you do is please someone else,
Then you will never know yourself.
If all you ever are is someone else,
Then you will never be yourself.

Everyone has a face or two.
A face for themself.
A face for someone else.
But you only get one life,
(So... what face are you gonna serve?)