| I call to talk late at night
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| And I’m crying
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| When I told you everything’s alright
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| I was lying
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| I’m not so sure I want this anymore
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| And I’m not so sure I need it
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| I thought I knew what it was
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| That I wanted
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| Beginning to think I was wrong
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| Can’t admit it
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| I’m not so sure I want this anymore
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| And I’m not so sure I need it
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| But I’m worried that if I walk out that door
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| I wouldn’t really leave it
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| I never been one to walk
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| Through the fire
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| I’d rather jump from the top
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| Ended flying
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| I’m not so sure I want this anymore
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| And I’m not so sure I need it
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| But I’m worried that if I walk out that door
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| I wouldn’t really leave it |