Phillip Phillips

When the day is done.
The wait is on my mind.
How should I give up?
How should I survive?
Meaning to the side off the busy street.
Looking down these people.
Never notice me.
Am I the only one who things it’s hard to breathe?
I feel it’s hard to say what’s on my mind.
I feel it’s hard to say what’s not inside.
You think your fight is over.
It’s only so much closer.
I reach my hands to the sky.
And fly.
Two thousand faces here but none will mind.
Am I the only one with the reason behind?
Such a cool maze only to find another wall to break.
Another wall to climb.
It’s when I lose myself and then I realize.
I feel it’s hard to say what’s on my mind.
I feel it’s hard to say what’s not inside.
You think your fight is over.
It’s only so much closer.
I reach my hands to the sky.
And fly.
I feel it’s hard to say what’s on my mind.
I feel it’s hard to say what’s not inside.
You think your fight is over.
It’s only so much closer.
I reach my hands to the sky.
And fly.