oh no the feeling is back

Oh no the feeling is back I'm in a box and I can't get out Oh oh oh oh oh... Oh no the feeling is back The feeling of feeling nothing Oh oh oh oh oh... Oh no the feeling is back I touched the water but my skin remained dry Oh oh oh oh oh... Poor me, everything is wrong Poor me, my youth is long I stared out the window and didn't feel a thing But then my son came out and tapped my shoulder I knew right then it's not about me... It's not about me... It's not about me...