Solitude

I wake up with convictions It's my own attitude And when it comes down to it I just feel like I'm in my own Little world On my own Making words And sense of them So when I come to this conclusion Its my own, fickle word And when you fall apart I'll wait and pick you up And when the tide gets high I'll look for my own solitude Sometimes things get too much for me Sorry for my attitude And when you fall apart I'll wait and pick you up And when the tide gets high I'll look for my own solitude Sometimes things get too much for me Sorry for my attitude And when you fall apart I'll wait and pick you up And when you fall apart I'll wait and pick you up