Everybody seems to know who I am
Especially the times I get it wrong
Everybody knows me except me
I've barely decided who I wanna be
Pretty and ugly and everything in between
Never again, but maybe one more time
I want it often, I want it rarely
I know what I want, I know nothing
Feels like I'm made of sand
I build high and fall apart sometimes
Find myself somewhere else entirely
Where I can start over, stronger tomorrow
Feels like I'm made of sand
I build my walls by hand
Tear them down and feel my way forward
So I can start over, bigger next time
Just when I think I've found home
I have to pack my bags again
I don't want anything too easy
Gotta dare to make a misstep
Strong and weak and everything in between
Never again, but maybe one more time
I have no choice, I have to choose
I know what I want, I know nothing
Feels like I'm made of sand
I build high and fall apart sometimes
Find myself somewhere else entirely
Where I can start over, stronger tomorrow
Feels like I'm made of sand
Tear them down and feel my way forward
So I can start over, bigger next time
Honestly, is there anybody who's whole?
Honestly, is there anybody who never ever messes up?
Honestly, is there anybody who's managed to live happily with an outside made of stone?
It feels like we're made of sand
We build high and fall apart sometimes
Then we find ourselves somewhere
Where we can start over, stronger tomorrow