Do I leave early?
Do I leave late?
Do I hide in my head?
Do I tempt fate?

Am I really scared?
Am I just anxious?
Am I alive?
When nobody thanks us.

When they say they'll be there
Like you were for them
That feeling is rare
Unless I'm in REM

When all of my friends
All follow their words
I wake up,it ends
Like flight for the birds

They take off so fast
Like a stone has been thrown
And like a rock it hits
"I am on my own."