“Walking”    I’m walking on the thin ice hoping it will break soon  I feel as if there’s nothing I could do  Call it disenchantment call it what you want to  But I’d rather not hear it come from you    Don’t stop needing me come here  I still see your face it’s crystal clear  As it always was  I can’t sleep at night I’m wide awake  And there’s not much more that I can take  Before it’s far too late    My skin it holds my sin and I’m looking to disguise it  Let me paint the words to elude this fact  Understand that people never want the truth   They say they’d rather not hear it come from you    Don’t stop needing me come here  I still see your face it’s crystal clear  As it always was  I can’t sleep at night I’m wide awake  And there’s not much more that I can take  Before it’s far too late