作词 : Benedict Cork/Paul Stanborough
 作曲 : Benedict Cork/Paul Stanborough
 Am I done with therapy?
 ‘Cos I’m still missing me,
 My heart burns solo,
 My blood runs so cold.
 Maybe I think too much,
 With the pains of growing up.
 Everything is falling out of focus,
 The more I learn, the less I know about myself,
 And there was simplicity, in who I was before,
 Maybe I’m just missing me, and the way we were.
 I’m caught in the riddle,
 Of a life so simple,
 No dreaming by the sea,
 I’m drowning in the deep.
 Maybe I think too much,
 With the pains of growing up.
 Everything is falling out of focus,
 The more I learn, the less I know about myself,
 And there was simplicity, in who I was before,
 Maybe I’m just missing me, and the way we were.
 Everything is falling out of focus,
 The more I learn, the less I know about myself,
 And there was simplicity, in who I was before,
 Maybe I’m just missing me, and the way we were.
 Maybe the growing pains, they’ll keep me warm in the night,
 Maybe the growing pains, they’re what I need to get by.
 Am I done with therapy?
 ‘Cos I’m still missing me.