How does it feel
to be on your own?
How can you face
another day without some more?
Still no lies, nothing you saw,
better than that.
When you were tracing steps,
it all seems wrong.
Is this the only way you see?
Is this the only time I couldn't be
there for you?
How does it feel
to be on your own way?
How can I face another moment not built on you?
When you look into another,
is it really better than yours?
You step back in time,
you kid yourself it's running.
Is this the only way you see?
Is this the only time I couldn't be
there for you?
Is this the only way you see?
