On my way up
I found my dept
Left me burning
Chained to a bed
Clouds are turning
I Lost my head
Living dog years
Missing the best
Am I ever gonna see a light
Every call I had declined
Trying to find the will to fly
Let it be heard tonight
Is this all I got left
Living in my arrest
Spun me out
I'm destressed
Nothing left
Waiting rooms and thinking in blue
Spit me out but don't Make me new
Am I ever gonna see a light
Every call I had declined
Trying to find the will to fly
Let it be heard tonight
I don't feel right
It don't feel like
Living real life
Is this real time
I don't feel right
It don't feel like
Living real life
Is this real time
On my way up
I found my dept
Left me burning
Chained to a bed
Clouds are turning
I lost my head
Living dog years missing the best