Testo di Own

Something inside the way I feel To find it, calling out for something more to life Nothing I don’t ever need, to call the spirit out And now, water full of time How does it feel to be out on your own? Who is there to call when time, on it’s own pushes forth? And you see parts of this taken off Holding in silence way too long Throw your hands up Breathe in before you lose control What's that I said? Those simple words Finding answers But it goes around this way down How does it feel to be out on your own? Checking out the things you thought you would know How does it feel to be out on your own? Checking out the things you swore you would know