Under the gun now, can't say how I feel. There's so much
shit inside my head. If I f*ck this up, is it all on me?
There's somewhere else I'd rather be. There's no way out.
I'm losing my mind. There's somewhere else I'd rather be,
there's someone else I'd rather see. f*ck. Out of sight,
never out of my mind. My stomach's sick, just want to go
home - just staring at a ringless phone. So where did
things go wrong now? A lack of passion, focus, drive. My
head's f*cking gone. I'm calling out now. Losing faith,
not saving face, won't let it ruin me. I'm calling out.