| How does it feel to have loved, to have lost
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| And not know how to feel anymore?
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| And how many times do you have to be cruel, to be kind
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| And show feelings the door?
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| Well, isn’t it strange how much you can change
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| In a year or minute, or more?
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| And how can it go from so good to so bad
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| And my soul is now squished on the floor?
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| How does it feel? |
| How does it feel?
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| How does it feel on your own
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| And you can’t even deal with yourself?
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| How can I move when the ground is so loose
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| And the sun wants to peel off my skin?
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| And how can I laugh when my mouth is held back
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| And I’m struggling now just to grin?
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| I hold myself up till I run out of luck
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| While the world carries on in a spin
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| And now it’s so real, and it’s paying off well
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| 'Cause my feelings are letting me in
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| How does it feel? |
| How does it feel?
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| How does it feel on your own
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| And you can’t even deal with yourself?
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| I’ve been asking the same old questions
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| Time and time again
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| I find that I don’t wanna live this life
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| But I know that I’ll have to pretend
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| 'Cause everybody’s hiding from the truth
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| And they’re just lying to themselves
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| How do you expect me to deal with this
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| When I can’t even deal with myself?
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| How does it feel? |
| How does it feel?
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| How does it feel on your own
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| And you can’t even deal with yourself?
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| I’ve been asking the same old questions
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| Time and time again
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| I find that I don’t want to live this life
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| But I know that I’ll have to pretend
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| 'Cause everybody’s hiding from the truth
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| And they’re just lying to themselves
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| How do you expect me to deal with this
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| When I can’t even deal with myself?
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| Deal with myself, deal with myself
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| Deal with myself, deal with myself
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| Deal with myself, deal with myself |