The Lost Ones (From Atlantis)

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 damn good job Of keeping me awake at night I 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 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 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