What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? I ask myself with my head in my hands Head in my hands Scared of what I’m made of Scared of what I’m made of Tangled up in this lonely mess
Tell me, am I good enough? Strong enough? Special enough? Special enough? Have I worked hard enough? Do I deserve the love?
What are you afraid of?
This is my life Though sometimes it feels like Doing time, doing time No, this ain’t my sentence ‘Cause I did no crime This is my life I won’t live it like I’m doing time
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Now I’m telling the truth that I have my doubts I have up days, down days, smiles and frowns At least these days I can see the choice is mine Not scared of the future I am present, I never look behind I never look behind
What are you afraid of?
This is my life Though sometimes it feels like Doing time, doing time No, this ain’t my sentence ‘Cause I did no crime This is my life I won’t live it like I’m doing time
This is my life (This is my life) Though sometimes it feels like Doing time (I’m doing time) doing time (doing time) No, this ain’t my sentence ‘Cause I did no crime This is my life
My life
Though sometimes it feels like Doing time, doing time No, this ain’t my sentence ‘Cause I did no crime This is my life And I won’t live it like I’m doing time No-oh, I’m not doing time