I trap myself in my own ideas; I lost my sense of self control. If only I had someone right here; it could maybe make me wrong. I'm sinking, I'm sick. I'm tied, I'm tired. It's just something that I want to know Why do I have this necessity to make a stain in my white shirt? (chorus 2x) The world around me seems to be calling. And calling, and calling, and calling; and calling, and calling, and calling; and calling, and calling. And calling for a funny guy; and calling for a cool guy; and calling for a brave guy; and calling for a strong guy. And calling for a strong guy that doesn't seem to feel. And calling for a strong guy that doesn't seem to fear. And calling for a strong guy that doesn't even seem to exist. It's just something that I want to know Why do I have this necessity to make a stain in my white shirt? (4x) to make a stain in my white shirt... (3x)