No-one can see the things I see, cause there lives a little man inside of me. He tells me what to do. That little man is me, I need to find him inside of me, to ask him who I really am. I need to know myself. I need to find myself inside myself. And there's no-one who can find me for me. Find myself inside myself. Cause nobody can find me for me. Who I really am. The answer still needs work. I'm afraid to ask my friends. What if they say that I'm a jerk. I need to find myself inside myself. And there's no-one who can find me for me. Find myself inside myself. Cause nobody can find me for me. But nobody knows himself like the little man inside. That little man inside, should sometimes better hide.