Your Hands

Why, why do i feel this way Is it me, is it you today I want to know why i feel this way, this way Im trying to understand But it wont stay in my hand I cant help feeling bland When you wont reach out a hand Tomorrow comes, and i still cant seem to get over this pointless thought Trapped in my mind like a cage Help me to flip the page Im trying to understand But it wont stay in my hand I cant help feeling bland When you wont reach out a hand Why, why do i feel this way Is it me, is it you today I want to know why i feel this way, this way