Something inside the way I feel
To find it, calling out for something more to life
‘Nothing I don't ever need, to call the spirit out
And now, water full of time

How does it feel to be out on your own?
Who is there to call when time, on it's own pushes forth?
And you see parts of this taken off

Holding in silence way too long
Throw your hands up
Breathe in before you lose control
What's that I said? Those simple words
Finding answers
But it goes around this way down

How does it feel to be out on your own?
Checking out the things you thought you would know
How does it feel to be out on your own?
Checking out the things you swore you would know