Fading Time

I’ve been losing track of time here
Don’t know what I can do to make my mind clear.
In a haze now it’s been three or four years
I am lost, don’t know where to find myself.

I know there’s something missing in me
Some kind of hole, that’s why I feel so empty
Just want to be like a bird, fly so freely
But I can’t ever seem to get off the ground.

Sometimes I’m rolling, it’s not always dark days,
There’s been good times, ¬†and that’s why I’ve stayed.
But the time to move on is when every hand has been played
So we can’t look back unless we want to fade.