I called to talk late at night, end up crying.
When I told you everythings alright, I was lying.
I'm not so sure I want this anymore and I'm not so sure I need it.
I thought I knew what it was that I wanted.
Beginning to think I was wrong, can't admit it.
I'm not so sure I want this anymore and I'm not so sure I need it.
But I'm worried that if I walk out that door, I wouldn't really leave it.
I've never been one to walk through the fire.
I'd rather jump from the top and be flying.
I'm not so sure I want this anymore and I'm not so sure I need it.
But I'm worried that if I walk out that door, I wouldn't really leave it.