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?