Losing Sight - feat. Danny Worsnop

Wake me up, wake me up
 I can't remember when enough was enough
 I used to be so in love
 With this life I live before it was corrupt
 Take me back to the me that wanted this more than anything
 The me that said I would give up everything
 Just to live one night in the life I'm questioning
 Where is the inspiration I need?
 How could I hate this? I used to crave this
 I tell my stories as a form of release
 I need them just as much as they need me
 I always said I'd never waste a single second of this
 But sometimes I find myself slipping through the cracks
 How could I be such a hypocrite?
 I think about it all so far what we've been through
 Who we were, who we are
 These days the weight of the world is on my shoulders
 I never thought it would be this hard
 They come to me
 To show them how they're supposed to be
 I don't want to let them down
 Lord give me the answers they seek
 The strength to give to the weak
 Give me the desire to plant the seed
 This is so much bigger than me
 I think I'm in over my head
 Jet lagged and restless and always beat down
 The rooms are full but I'm always alone
 This load is too much to carry on my own
 I always said I'd never waste a single second of this
 But sometimes I find myself slipping through the cracks
 How could I be such a hypocrite?
 We hold their hearts in the palms of our hands
 I don't want to take it for granted
 I don't want to waste the gift that I've been handed
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 I dig deep for what I know I need
 To keep pushing forward, to keep moving
 But they expect so much from me
 I'm just a person, a human being
 I feel dead inside
 So burnt out from all I've seen
 Maybe I've gone blind
 From always being in the spotlight
 I always said I'd never waste a single second of this
 But sometimes I find myself slipping through the cracks
 How could I be such a hypocrite?
 We hold their hearts in the palms of our hands
 I don't want to take it for granted
 I don't want to waste the gift that I've been handed
 Why does the fire in my heart grow dimmer with each passing day?
 Where is my passion? Where is my flame?