Hey there gang, tell me what do you think? 
Cause I’m fighting against the current and its starting to feel crazy.  
Cause lines have been drawn... with a permanent pen..
But I stepped out of my corner and feel so honored to try to figure it out again

But I still really care what you think
And I try to fight against it but I’m coming up weak 
Sometimes I think you could love me and want me, sometimes I’m scared that you won’t even try, 
But I know I love you, but I care too much about what thoughts are on your mind

Hey there do you see me? Like I want to see you? 
With enough grace and some space to let me fall and get back up a time or two? 
Cause I think that’s living? And I swore I would try
To live my moments and own them and accept that’s what makes a full life. 

But I still really care what you think
And I try to fight against it but I’m coming up weak 
Sometimes I think that you love me and want me, sometimes I’m scared that you won’t even try, 
And I know I love you, but I care too much about what thoughts are on your mind

One day we’ll look back
Who did we love
How did we love and
What did we tear down?