All that really matters is what You think
My life has been given--it's not my own
If I feel the vacuum, the emptiness is mine, I guess
It's not because You don't exist, but because of this:
I believe that I can live without You
Without You

CHORUS
You are in the habit of giving me
What I ask for when I don't want to admit it
Independence is a fiction
That I run to when I think that it's convenient
Sometimes when I hide, You come and seek me
But sometimes when I hide, You let me hide.