Come together like a foot a shoe Only this time I think I stuck foot in my mouth. Thinking loud and acting in vain. Knocking over anyone that in my way.
Sometimes I need to apologize. Sometimes I need to admit that I right. Sometimes I just keep my mouth shut, or only say Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone.
Walk on eggshells on old stomping ground, yet there's really no one left, that's around. Isn't that another familiar face? Too to figure out they're fading away.