Hot Coals

I don't feel afraid, walking on hot coals
No sensitivity in the fog of war
Time to unwind, to enjoy the good life
But the pressure that I hold on my shoulders goes
And I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because it has tired of moving on
Nowadays I just want to talk problems on and on
Whatever happened to the old fashion strong and silent type
What they didn't know is once you get us in, touch and I feel it
You would never give it in once you pull the pin
I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tired I'm holding on
If I set you free, if I let go
Tell me would I still be the one you want
Even my broken heart is right twice a day
Even your busting lie, can keep a thief away
It's not the type, so just don't go to hell
It's a place waits up for the kids that are evil
Now you ask how I feel and I told you that
That you're gonna talk to me, slowly within
And I suspect the reason I am loved
Is because of how tired I'm holding on
If I set you free, if I let go
Tell me would I still be the one you want
I am falling behind
I am falling behind
I'm falling, falling behind
Oh I suspect the reason I am loved
Suspect the reason I am loved
If I set you free, if I let go
Tell me would I still be the one you want?