With ever action,novert tremblingnAnd every reaction,nI'm analyzingnnMaybe I've been too anxiousnAnd Maybe I've just been over-thinking thisnI'll be the one with hopes that reach the skynnbut they'll come crashing...nnThe search for something morenIt seems so futilenI'm just being honestnI don't think that it existsnThough some pretend to carenIs anybody caring, honest?nAnd what made me come to this?nnWith every moment,nI mean less to younIn every moment,nI search for some truthnnMaybe I've been too opennAnd maybe I've just been over-thinking thisnI'll be the one with regrets that hang to the groundnAnd they'll be dragging...nnMaybe I've been too honestnnAnd maybe I just don't know how to play your gamesnI'll be the one who knows to keep it inside.n