Losing Sight (feat. Danny Worsnop)

Losing Sight - Memphis May Fire/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

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