My Sentence

What are you afraid of?
I asked myself with my head in my hands
Head in my hands
Scared of what I’m made of
Scared of what I’m made of
Tangled up in this lonely mess
Tell me, am I good enough?
Strong enough?
Special enough?
Special enough?
Have I worked hard enough?
Do I deserve the love?
What are you afraid of?
This is my life
But sometimes it feels like
Doing time, doing time
No, this ain’t my sentence
'Cause I did no crime
This is my life
I won’t live it like I’m doing time
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Now I’m telling the truth that I have my doubts
I have up days, down days, smiles and frowns
At least these days I can see the choice is mine
Not scared of the future
I am present, I never look behind
I never look behind
What are you afraid of?
This is my life
But sometimes it feels like
Doing time, doing time
No, this ain’t my sentence
'Cause I did no crime
This is my life
I won’t live it like I’m doing time
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
What are you afraid of?
This is my life
(This is my life)
But sometimes it feels like
Doing time (I'm doing time) doing time (doing time)
No, this ain’t my sentence
'Cause I did no crime
This is my life
My life
But sometimes it feels like
Doing time, doing time
No, this ain’t my sentence
'Cause I did no crime
This is my life
And I won’t live it like I’m doing time
No-oh, I’m not doing time