Well you know I'm always guarded Even so I seem quite nice But I'm really bitter and twisted And seething deep inside I have always lacked that style And that witty turn of phrase To make you want to embrace me And hold me always I don't mean to analyse I don't want to change All I'm trying to say is that life is strange We all have our own opinions Our own personalities With quirks and contradictions In varying degrees But both the lovely and the ugly Share the journey to the grave Both trying to find the reasons Why they live their lives in chains I don't mean to analyse I don't want to change All I'm trying to say is that life is strange