I’m second best, you’re my inspiration
for yesterday’s liar and tomorrow’s fool
now you can take it as admiration
cos all I wanted was to be like you

All wrapped up in your borrowed head
You were my nicotine patch that was glowing through
Now all I’m after is compensation
I’m a spiritual wasteland just like you

I scream! Now who will I turn to?
I wanted to be free, I wanted to be you
There’s nothing left inside, and its because of you
and double suicide…. I didn’t think it through

I followed you, I was ready and waiting
For second-hand promises false or true
Now somehow somewhere I was hesitating
when all I wanted was to be like you

All this time I considered my pain
It was the easiest option, turning cruel
Now all I’m after is compensation
I’m a spiritual wasteland just like you

I scream! Now who will I turn to?
I wanted to be free, I wanted to be you
There’s nothing left inside, and its because of you
and double suicide…. I didn’t think it through

(© Evans, 2000)