Quite early on in your life you’d begun to feel
Empty and lost and alone,
Then when your father died you didn’t even cry,
Something went dead in your eyes.

Scared to be weak, scared to be strong,
Scared to be right and scared to be wrong
Scared to death, scared of life
Scared to run, scared to fight,
Scared the world might find out what you’re like,
For you doubt if they’d love you for just who you are.
Does anybody love you for just who you are?

And you’ve lived with the feeling that no one would like you
If they really knew who you were,
Acting it out so well, no one would doubt
The pretence that was passed off as real.

Scared to be you, scared to be not,
Acting a part but frightened to stop
Scared to death, scared of life
Scared to run, scared to fight,
Scared the world might find out what you’re like,
For you doubt if they’d love you for just who you are.
Does anybody love you for just who you are?

You’ve lived with the feeling that God never really
Would waste his attention on you
You so forlorn, alone, in your small corner
You don’t think you know him at all.

Scared to believe, frightened to doubt,
Scared to come in and scared to stay out,
Scared to death, scared of life
Scared to run, scared to fight,
Scared the world might find out what you’re like,
For you doubt if they’d love you for just who you are.
Does anybody love you for just who you are?
Does anybody love you for just who you are?

Graham Kendrick
Copyright © 1976 Make Way Music,
www.grahamkendrick.co.uk