Tired, oh sometimes I get tired of myself And I feel like things will be alright Lonely, oh sometimes I get lonely in your company Cause we are the same, you and me What have we made of? What have we come to believe? Tell me, say how you feel Are we made to hide how we feel inside? If I cross that line, will you hold me? What have we made of? And if I cross that line, would you hold me? And if I cross that line, would you hold me? We are the same We are the same We are the same Angry, oh, sometimes I get angry with myself But it won't even care as long as you're near Hopeless, oh, sometimes it gets hopeless Thinking you're not here I want this to end, to be free What are we made of? What are we coming to believe? Tell me, say how you feel Are we made to hide how we feel inside? If I cross that line, would you hold me? What are we made of? And if I cross that line, would you hold me? We are the same We are the same We are the same Are we made to hide how we feel inside? If I cross that line, would you hold me? What are we made of? And if I cross that line, would you hold me? Would you hold me? *