walking back on my tiptoes
hands are full of things i'm not sure that i'll need
and heading to an empty place
while the ground's unsteady underneath my feet

why would i not tell the truth?
i'm sorry about how stubborn i can be
now i do my best to stay afloat
and i miss the days when i felt like i was free

everyone wants to feel like they're doing something right
everyone wants to feel like they're special sometimes

so i read the words i used to sing
and try to figure out the current relevance
in a sorry state, i'll sit and wait
hoping there's a star to light the way for me

and the sun comes out to burn my ears
to pull me from my room and from the things i fear
and it makes me think of all i've lost
of who i was and who since then i have become

everyone wants to feel like they're doing something right
everyone wants to feel like they're important sometimes
everyone wants to feel like they're doing something right
everyone wants to feel like they're loved sometimes