The Lost Ones

The Lost Ones - From Atlantis/Landon Tewers/The Plot In You

There's no need to bear my 'cross

But bear in mind

I've been restless for days

And there's no signs of slowing down

You're doing such a d**n good job

Of keeping me awake at night

'Cross my heart

Hope to survive

I've been trying to accept myself

But the weight of the world keeps me

Restless at night

I keep praying that things turn around for me

I'm praying I don't lose myself

This bottle keeps me alive until I meet my end

This bottle keeps me alive until I meet my end

This bottle keeps me alive until I meet my end

My knees are growing weak

Yet our feet keep moving

Pick up the pace now

Our hearts will beat as one

But will we ever really come to our senses

I'll let it drag me down

So be it

I'll let it drag me to hell

I'm haunted by the thoughts of what I could have been

I've been trying to accept myself

But the weight of the world keeps me restless at night

I keep praying that things turn around for me

I'm praying I don't lose myself

My body's withering

My bones have turned to dust

With sunken eyes like ships we are the lost ones