Waking up, on my own
Man its tough, being alone
Lost my nerve, and that's unnerving
Got an empty soul, and it yearning
For something that is real
Something that is fun
Something I can feel
Something I can love
Cause I'm sick of second guessing
I'm sick of playing games
I'm sick of leaving my whole life
Up to the hands of fate
All I need, is a hand to hold
Got an empty cup, that I wish was full
My hearts stitched up, to cover the hole
I wish I had, what it's looking for
Something that is real
Something that is fun
Something I can feel
Something I can love
Cause I'm sick of second guessing
I'm sick of playing games
I'm sick of leaving my whole life
Up to the hands of fate
Cause I'm sick of second guessing
I'm sick of playing games
I'm sick of leaving my whole life
Up to the hands of fate