Saw a reflection of another soul.
The unknown calls me from within.
Afraid to listen to that glistening whole,
I'm a stranger in my skin.

I am only certain of what I am not,
And I'm not sure where to begin.
When certainty's a luxury I haven't got,
I'm a stranger in my skin.

I am most myself when anybody else.
I've tried to say it, but you do not hear.
I feel at home within a guise.
But you won't realize
That this lie is more sincere.
I am a player on a stage within this hell,
And I have tried to make this clear.
The mirror only tells me lies,
But you won't realize
That we all are players here.

I am mostly what cannot be true.
But truth, they say, will lie within.
If I feel it, does that make it real to you?
No. I'm a stranger in my skin.

What can you know of me that I do not?
You say you're certain, so begin.
When certainty's a luxury I haven't got,
I'm a stranger in my skin.

As certainty's a luxury I haven't got,
I'm a stranger in my skin.