I don't feel a thing
Walking on hot coals
No sensitivity
In the fog of war
Try to unwind
To enjoy the good life
But the pressure that i hold
On my shoulders goes
I suspect the reason i am lost
Is because of how tight i'm holding on
Now and then she just wants to talk
Problems on and on
Whatever happened to the old-fashioned
Strong and silent type
What they didn't know
Is once you get us in touch when i feel it
You would never keep it in once you pull the piin
I suspect the reason i am lost
Is because of how tired of holding on
If i set you free, if i let go
Tell me would i still be the one you want?
even a broken clock
is right twice a day
even a rusted mop
can keep the feet away
He's not the type
Soldiers don't go to hell
It's a place reserved
For the twisted and evil
Now you ask how i feel
And i told you that
You're gonna talk to me
Solely with air
I suspect the reason i am lost
Is because of how tired of holding on
If i set you free, if i let go
Tell me would i still be the one you want?
i am falling behind
i am falling behind
i'm falling, falling behind
Oh, i suspect the reason i am lost
Suspect the reason i am lost
If i set you free, if i let go
Tell me, would i still be the one you want?