On My Own
Carole Bayer Sager, Burt Bacharach
Look away from me
'Cause I don't want you to see
My experimenting with what I know is empty
I am in so deep
That I've almost stopped breathing
I know I'm drowning
I am on my own
I want you to call me home
It seems too late to apologize
What I've done is done
And yet when I look in your eyes
I am overcome
Home is not as sweet as it used to be
And it's all because of me
Should I leave it be
Or can I be redeemed
