I think too much
In the morning when i wake up
From them shadows of doubt
I can`t run
For the worse or the better
Like a loaded gun

Like a feather i`m falling
So lightely to the ground
Oh and god, i`m so lost
Just hoping to be found
And if misery was the ocean
I would`ve already drowned

Well i`ve been holding out for a lover
That`s never gonna come
But there ain`t, ain`t no other
That i think i could love
Honey i ain`t too good at losing
But i give up