Tired Oh, sometimes I get tired on myself And I feel like things won't be alright Lonely Oh, sometimes I get lonely in your company 'Cause we are the same, you and me What are we made of? What have we come to believe? Tell me, say how you feel Are we made to hide how we feel inside? If I cross that line, would you hold me? What are we made of? And if I cross that line, would you hold me? Angry Oh, sometimes I get angry with myself But you won't even care as long as you're near Hopeless Oh, sometimes it get hopeless thinking you're not here I want it to end, to be free What are we made of? What have we come to believe? Tell me, say how you feel Are we made to hide how we feel inside? If I cross that line, would you hold me? What are we made of? And if I cross that line, would you hold me? Are we made to hide how we feel inside? If I cross that line, would you hold me? What are we made of? And if I cross that line, would you hold me? Would you hold me?