Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Insecure Me, artist - Soft Cell.
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Insecure Me |
It was the morning after the month before |
And I’m looking like a nose with eyes |
Take a trip or letter to make me feel better |
Cos I know my mirror never lies |
Have you ever had the feeling that your life’s down the can |
And the hand that holds the whip is not your own |
Your breakfast’s going cold and your routine’s getting old |
Is it me that’s feeling insecure? |
Hiding in the darkness where they can’t see your eyes |
In a naked city cinema |
Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen |
And nobody gives a damn who you are |
You’re surrounded by the bitter and the boring |
And you wonder if you’re on the turn |
And again you get hurt when they’re dishing the dirt |
Is it me that’s feeling insecure? |
I haven’t got time to worry about the future |
When I’m busy covering up my past |
Start to consider a tuck behind the ears |
When I wonder if my looks will last |
I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair |
But come up fighting like the best |
And I can tell myself that I’m winning the war |
But then again I’m different than the rest |
I’m not the hardest person in the world |
But like the song says 'I will survive' |
And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck |
But at least I feel that I’m alive |
So I’ll spit in your face and push you over the place |
If I’m ever feeling so unsure |
And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft sell |
It’s not me that’s feeling insecure |
It was the morning after the month before |
And I’m looking like a nose with eyes |
Take a trip or letter to make me feel better |
Cos I know my mirror never lies |
Have you ever had the feeling that your life’s down the can |
And the hand that holds the whip is not your own |
Your breakfast’s going cold and your routine’s getting old |
Is it me that’s feeling insecure? |
Forget the lows |
Just love the highs |
And wipe that look |
Out from my eyes |
Forget the face |
That I despise |
Cos I know my mirror |
Never lies |
I’ll come up fighting |
Like the best |
But then I’m different |
Than the rest |
And I wonder how my looks will last |
Because my life is really fast |
And you wonder if you’re on the turn |
Oh, baby, won’t you ever learn |
That I’m a cut above the rest |
Don’t worry about the way I dress |
And if my make-up looks a mess |
I’m not about to get depressed |
Cos I’m the one that loves to lose |
Just loser in my fuck me shoes |
And I’ve got the touch |
And I’ve got the feel |
To make your good time |
Really real |
I’ll just spit right in your face |
And push you all around the place |
Just love to love |
Just love to live |
Just love to live |
Just love to love |
And, baby, are you so, so sure |
That you’re the one that’s insecure? |