Unhappy, unhealthy, unnecessary

I am the mystery man
Nobody knows who I am
I like the ways that this stands
I'll hide away till you pass

I don't want to talk about it anymore
I don't want to talk about it anymore

A friend, a girlfriend, a wife
Alone I'm going through life
I wish that I could say how
I'd like to be alone now

I don't want to talk about it anymore
I don't want to talk about it anymore

I don't want to talk about it anymore
I don't want to talk about it anymore

I want only what I need, a lung to breathe, a heart to bleed
No other interest here in me, I am happier lonely
My back is hurting, posture crack
I'll put up with my breaking back
I'll walk until I find a place to settle down and then displace
My dreams are what I like to see
Not people pretending happy
A million nights I'd rather spend inside a cage
Than with a friend that talks at me and looks at me
I can't deal with this infamy
So let me go when I need to, I'd rather be alone than blue