Always on the outside,through the window looking inNever the right time,so the chance goes by againLines begin to show,and we feel broken To move all we have,to drop the pieces we'reholding and no one is perfect you don't need to be strong every single dayChase the wind again,knowing just what they'll sayDon't care anymore,can't stay still anywayanyway anywaythelines begin to showand we feel brokento move all we havecould drop the pieces we're hopingand the world is perfectyou don't need to be strongevery single dayEvery single day.