I'm on the street, I'm all alone I pick my feet up, 'cause there's nowhere to go I'm running blind, I'm out of time I need help but its so hard to find You don't know exactly who I am I've been told about all of your plans Your plot has failed, a stillbirth I got a question, did you really think that it would work? Rid myself of your disease If I'm going out it won't be down on my knees You don't know exactly who I am I've been told about all of your plans You don't know exactly who I am I've been told about all of your plans You don't know You don't know exactly who I am I've been told about all of your plans You don't know exactly who I am I've been told about all of your plans