Memphis May Fire Follow

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 lived 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 (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 who they're supposed to be
I don't wanna 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 (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 wanna take it for granted
I don't wanna 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 wanna take it for granted
I don't wanna 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?