| Call it a learning process
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| And I’ve never been that quick
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| Because I take things as they come
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| And I respond how I see fit
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| But it’s easy to get distracted
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| As I’ve been living life abroad
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| But I’m starved for your acceptance
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| And I work for your applause
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| I’d always envisioned myself as a giver
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| But as I reflect, I’ve left something to be desired
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| Not that my heart hasn’t ever delivered
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| But that it’s never felt this inspired
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| To have direction, to feel complete
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| To embrace affection, to end all the woe is me
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| But mainly to harbor the love that I have to give
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| But for tonight, let’s just stay inside
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| Well it’s far too loud and I just want quiet
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| And if we die before we wake
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| I’ll blame it on the past mistakes
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| Without you I’m not pure
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| And without you I’m not clean
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| But if I’m going down with you
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| Then you’re going down with me
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| What I’m afraid of is what is certain
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| And what I’m sure of is that it’s on me
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| But I’m too tired to be that person
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| And that person needs to be set free
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| To harbor the love that I have to give |