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