Doce Novembro - Cellophane

Nobody moves me
I've been through this life with no place that I can call my own
Thinking above me
I never seem to find anybody that can feel like home
And I try and I try and I try.
Funny how it feels when there's nothing to say.
Trapped with my ideals I can't contain
I'm wrapped in cellophane.
Nobody told me obsessive needs were always following me around
And you can't ignore me.
Look at my face and then tell me my place in town
And he's in and she's in and he's in and she's in
And I try and I try and he's in and she's in and he's in and she's in.