Sometimes I think I'm better on my own.
By myself in open waters.
But now I'm crying out for you.
I'm shouting out for more.
I'm reaching for you, and holding on
But the memories are fading
And the things I've been sold are sinking in fast.
You have to help me make this all go away.
I know I have my doubts,
But you have yours too.
We could work though this,
And just live on through.
