Should I pack my things...
And put them all away...
Or can I just stay?
Could I be mistaken?
Leaves me standing all by myself...
All these things keep coming back to me, in time...
If I could find some room...
And stay away one day...
It couldn't be too soon...
To have things my way...
But out here on my own...
I remember everyday...
Why can't I be alone?
Could I be mistaken?
Leaves me standing all by myself...
All these things keep coming back to me, in time...
And everything I own...
Reminds me of myself...
All the things I've done...
I take them from this shelf...
I carry them everyday...
I made it through all this hate...
And suddenly I've grown...
I made it through all this hate...
And suddenly I've grown...
Could I be mistaken?
Leaves me standing all by myself...
All these things keep coming back to me, in time...