Lyrics : For a minute in the quiet it feels like it was before I get lost just for a moment thinking I'm not where I am And I didn't wanna feel this way Tired of being out of place Give me a one way ticket out of here some place I know I can be happy It's not in my head I could sit and cry about reasons why I'm in this mess But what good is that What a waste of breath It's a fine line thinking bout the words unsaid And setting them free them from my chest I feel so low I'm not myself I feel so low I'm not myself Was there something in the wind Was I meant to be pulled apart From everything I knew like golden leaves When it's their time to all But I didn't wanna feel this way Tired of being out of place Give me a one way ticket out of here some place I know I can be happy It's not in my head I could sit and cry about reasons why I'm in this mess But what good is that What a waste of breath It's a fine line thinking bout the words unsaid And setting them free them from my chest I feel so low I'm not myself I feel so low I'm not myself I could sit and cry about reasons why I'm in this mess But what good is that What a waste of breath It's a fine line thinking bout the words unsaid And setting them free them from my chest I feel so low I'm not myself I feel so low I'm not myself
Lyrics :
For a minute in the quiet it feels like it was before
I get lost just for a moment thinking I'm not where I am
And I didn't wanna feel this way
Tired of being out of place
Give me a one way ticket out of here some place I know I can be happy
It's not in my head
I could sit and cry about reasons why I'm in this mess
But what good is that
What a waste of breath
It's a fine line thinking bout the words unsaid
And setting them free them from my chest
I feel so low
I'm not myself
I feel so low
I'm not myself
Was there something in the wind
Was I meant to be pulled apart
From everything I knew like golden leaves
When it's their time to all
But I didn't wanna feel this way
Tired of being out of place
Give me a one way ticket out of here some place I know I can be happy
It's not in my head
I could sit and cry about reasons why I'm in this mess
But what good is that
What a waste of breath
It's a fine line thinking bout the words unsaid
And setting them free them from my chest
I feel so low
I'm not myself
I feel so low
I'm not myself
I could sit and cry about reasons why I'm in this mess
But what good is that
What a waste of breath
It's a fine line thinking bout the words unsaid
And setting them free them from my chest
I feel so low
I'm not myself
I feel so low
I'm not myself