I called to talk late at night and I'm crying. When I told you everythings alright, I was lying. I'm not so sure I want this anymore and I'm not so sure I need it. I thought I knew what it was that I wanted. Beginning to think I was wrong, can't admit it. I'm not so sure I want this anymore and I'm not so sure I need it. But I'm worried that if I walk out that door, I wouldn't really leave it. I've never been one to walk through the fire. I'd rather jump from the top and be flying. I'm not so sure I want this anymore and I'm not so sure I need it. But I'm worried that if I walk out that door, I wouldn't really leave it.