I'd be lying if I said I was completely unscathed.
Would I be putting it right with my silence or rage?
Would I be letting you in; invite a reaction, yeah?
And how would I explain?
How would I explain this to my children if I had them?

Because I can't not.
Because I can't not.
Because I can't not win without my losing, my dear.

Would it be whining if I said I needed a hug?
Would you feel slighted if I said your love's not enough?
And how dare I complain?
And how dare I complain when you want for a chance for this?

Because I can't not.
Because I can't not.
Because I can't help question your illusions.
Because I can't not.
Because I can't not.
Because I can't help wonder why you ask me here.

To all the unheard children in the schoolyard:
You think you're the right ones.
You swear you're the charmed ones, I'm sure.
But how can you go on with such conviction?
Who do you think you are?
Why do you question me?

Because we can't not.
Because we can't not.
Because we can't help laugh at your illusions.
Because we can't not.
Because we can't not.
Because we can't help wonder why you ask us?

Why do you offend me?
Why do you offend me still?
Why do you compare me?
Why do you compare me still?

Because I can't not.
Because I can't not.
Because I can't not walk without my crutches.