I don't feel a thing walking on hot coals
No sensitivity in a fog of war
Try to unwind to enjoy the good life
But the pressure that I hold on my shoulders goesI suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I'm holding onNowadays you're supposed to talk problems on and on
Whatever happened to the old-fashioned strong and silent type?
What they didn't know is once you get us in touch with our feelings
You would never hear the end, once you pull the pinI suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I'm holding on
If I set you free, if I let go
Tell me would I still be the one you want?
Even a broken clock is right twice a day
Even a busted lock can keep a thief awayHe's not the type and soldiers
Don't go to hell
It's a place reserved for the twisted and evil
Now you ask how I'm feeling
I told you then
You're gonna torture me slowly with itI suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tight I'm holding on
If I set you free, if I let go
Tell me would I still be the one you want?I am falling behind
I am falling behind
I'm falling, falling behind
Oh, I suspect the reason I am loved
I suspect the reason I am loved
If I set you free, if I let go
Tell me would I still be the one you want?
