In my life, I've had many friends
To tell my secrets to
Now that I’m much older and cynical
Not much I can do

In my mind, I have lived a thousand dreams
Had my way with love
But I’m here, now, staring at the future
And what it’s made of

Am I going to find someone?
Get my day in the sun?
Am I going to have some fun
When my workday’s done?
Am I going to find the One?

Blow away the scent
Of each and every rose
Scrape away my sense of taste
By messing up my nose

I don’t want to die
No, I don’t want to go
Burn my skin, blind my eyes
Make the music monotone

No, I don’t want to die
‘Cause I don’t know which way I’ll go
Might take the escalator high
Or take the elevator a thousand stories below

All my friends say I’m too sensitive
I give away too much
But what’s wrong with being sensitive?
You can’t feel without touch