作曲 : Kieran Shudall
Turning into something,
That I don't recognise,
I think that we have fell for the mirror.

And I blow dry my hair,
See the crows feet in my eyes,
What a man, what a man I've become.

You know I don't need the sympathy of anyone.
You know I don't need the sympathy of you.

I saw a birthday message,
From someone I don't know,
Well it all seems strange to me.

And you post about the good things,
Keep the sadness to yourself,
Every window has a silver lining.

You know I don't need the sympathy of anyone.
You know I don't need the sympathy of you.