Everyone seems to have me figured out
Atleast in the moments where I'm messing up
Everyone seems to have me figured out, but myself
I have hardly even decided who I want to be.
Pretty and ugly and all inbetween.
Never again, but maybe one more time.
I want it often, want it seldom.
I know what i want, I dont know a thing
Feels like i am made out of sand
I build up high and fall apart at times.
Finding myself in someplace completly different
Where i can start again, stronger then yesterday.
Feels like i am made out of sand
I build my walls up by my own hand
Tear them down and try something else
So that i can start all over, bigger next time.
Just when i thought I had found home
Im packing my bags all over again
I dont want anything easy
Have to boldly try new paths
Strong and weak and all inbetween.
Never again, but maybe one more time
I dont have a choice, i have to choose
I know what i want, i dont know a thing
Feels like i am made out of sand
I build up high and fall apart at times.
Finding myself in someplace completly different
Where i can start again, stronger then yesterday.
Feels like i am made out of sand
I build my walls up by my own hand
Tear them down and try something else
So that i can start all over, bigger the next time.
Honestly, is there anyone who's whole?
Honestely, is there someone out there who's never made mistakes?
Honestly, Is there anyone out there who's managed to live a happy life, with an exterior of stone?
Honestly, honestly?
It feels like we're made of sand.
We build up high and fall apart at times
So we find ourselves somewhere
Where we can start again, stronger tomorrow