��How does it feel to be so confident?��I used to hope you'd give me tips��Is it like having your name always on the guest list?��Is it like getting that first kiss?��You caught in front of the front, so carelessly I swam��Coming in, skipped out with you��Does the Lord ever stop?��Why are you slowly on tip?��You're slowly at the bottom too��This day you're gone, I bet you are never again��Is that the secret way you always went?��How does it feel to never have been?��Or occasion to say you're wrong?��To keep your notes up high and never look to keep?��To claim you've been running on and on?��As a matter of fact, you're always under attack��So many want to bring you down��On the inside, don't cry��Because it's all just a matter for a reason��So how do you run?��Got to feel okay on my own skin��I guess I feel okay on my own skin��I guess I feel okay on my own skin��I guess I feel okay on my own skin�