| Don’t you color me by the way you paint your picture | 
| I’m happy just the way I am | 
| It’s been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure | 
| Yeah, I’m a bastard of the master plan, yes I am | 
| I wanna live my life, don’t wanna live a lie | 
| I hear my freedom ringin' | 
| Everyone’s got a place but where do I fit in? | 
| Yeah | 
| Yeah, but where do I fit in? | 
| Don’t go sellin' me, a dream you can’t deliver | 
| Like a dog in a cat suit, it’s a poor disguise | 
| Strange little angels, a parade of saints and sinners | 
| Greetings from the other side | 
| I wanna live my life, don’t wanna live a lie | 
| I hear my freedom ringin' | 
| Everyone’s got a place but where do I fit in? | 
| Yeah, but where do I fit in? | 
| Yeah, I was walking on glass from a thousand broken mirrors | 
| Saw my reflection stare me down | 
| I tried to run, I was going through the motions | 
| I got my feet on solid ground, yeah | 
| I wanna live my life, don’t wanna live a lie | 
| I hear my freedom ringin' | 
| Yeah, I want the same as you baby | 
| I’ll take a walk in my shoes | 
| I hear freedom ringin' | 
| Everyone’s got a place but where do I fit in? | 
| Yeah | 
| Yeah, but where do I fit in? | 
| Where do I fit in? | 
| Where do I, where do I fit in? | 
| Yeah that’s me | 
| Woah, where do I fit in? | 
| Yeah, ooh baby, I fit in? | 
| Come on, lets pretend, where do I fit in? |