Well this feeling gets old and I can’t be myself
Put the story on hold while I still got my health
Breaking at the seams
Is there human underneath?
I’m weaker at my knees
It’s quicker than it means to be
I’m sorry that my love has gone
I’m sorry that my heart is torn.
What seems right goes wrong.
I’m sorry that my hands get cold
I’m sorry that my eyes don’t hold what you’re looking for
How about some truth?
Or does it hurt too much?
How about you choose?
Make a plan for once.
Breaking at the seams
Is there human underneath?
I’m weaker at my knees
It’s quicker than it means to be
I’m sorry that my love has gone
I’m sorry that my heart is torn.
What seems right goes wrong.
I’m sorry that my hands got cold
I’m sorry that my eyes don’t hold what you’re looking for
Are you ready for it now?