The Lost Ones

There’s no need to bear my cross, but bare in mind
I’ve been restless for days, and there’s no signs of slowing down
You’re doing such a damn good job
Of keeping me awake at night
I’ll cross my heart and hope to survive
I’ve been trying to accept myself
But the weight of the world keeps me restless at night
I’ll 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, but our feet keep moving
Pick up the pace now
Our hearts won’t 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 blinded by the thoughts of what I could have been
There’s only fear, fear of losing everything
I’ve been trying to accept myself
But the weight of the world keeps me restless at night
I’ll keep praying that things turn around for me
I’m praying I don’t lose myself