笨小笨There’s a difference (Explicit)歌词由chrisalis演唱，出自专辑《Me (Explicit)》，下面是《There’s a difference (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
There’s a difference (Explicit)歌词完整版
There's a difference between growing up and suppression
And for me, this is a recently realized confession
Since puberty I've known that my chosen profession
Is one riddled with debt, disappointment, depression
And you know what? It scared me, so I tried to listen
I tried on more than one occasion to plug into the system
I tried to care about money and the comfort it brings
I tried to fill up the void with physical things
If I couldn't eat or smoke or snort it
Then I'd inevitably just get bored and hoard it
But that's not how happiness works
And that's how I originally became an asshole
This shit can happen on so many levels
Life as someone you're not IS gonna make you mental
You retreat into your head cuz “nobody understands”
Then however many years later there's a noose in your hand
This gap in one's psyche, that unfillable hole
Is what gives addiction and obsession their gravitational pull
But because society says we must conform or die
We'll do anything we can to legitimise the lie
Take for instance the homophobic lad's lad
Brought up to support Rangers Football Club just like his dad
He's secretly bisexual, which he sees as a fetish
He feels disgust the second his gay porn wanks finish
His urges grow over time, so he drinks to distract
And one night at the club, he gives in and goes back
With a pretty, petite 18 year old guy back to his flat
And proceeds to have the best sex he's ever had
But this goes against the identity that he's built for himself
After cumming, his ego slams his mind back into hell “I'm no faggot!” the manly man suddenly yells
He beats the shit out the wee guy now he lives in a cell
The distance between who you are
And the person you've become
Is the distance between you
And peace and the sense that we're all one
We feel alone when we are not ourselves
Every day waking into the life of somebody else
Now let's move onto something a little less dramatic
Imagine a jaded hipster girl who has just discovered acid
Her mind is now open to the wonders of psychedelics
But she never has a chance to fully explore it
Because she meets a boy, the kindest she's ever met
He finds his happiness volunteering in a soup kitchen
He's seen what drugs do, and how they can destroy people
His school never spoke of the difference between the tab and the needle
His reaction when she speaks of her first ever trip
Is enough to convince her that if she tries to pursue it
She'd be doomed to survive without the love of her life
So she stops trying to find answers on the inside
She settles into routine and squeezes out 2 kids
Who lose interest in her when they get their first tablets
She soon finds herself right back at the start
Forced to confront her true nature and the gap in her heart
She smothers the kids with love, concern and direction
But what they call “psycho” she calls “affection”
It gets to a point she feels her mind is collapsing
Her psychiatrist prescribes her a little something for anxiety
It numbs the pain, but also seems to numb the happy
But at least she can remain a functional member of society
The distance between who you are
And the person you've become
Is the distance between you
And peace and the sense that we're all one
We feel alone when we are not ourselves
Every day waking into the life of somebody else
Now maybe she lives out the rest of her days
Never fully understanding herself
Maybe she has a psychotic break
And finds herself by going through hell
Maybe you don't relate to the people
In the stories that I tell
But I hope you understand
Because it's probably happening to you as well
