Little Lost

Another morning of trying to get up
Oh a sleepless night of thoughts and doubts.
Fixing coffee and trying to fix this life
Pouring hope back on the fire that's gone out

Just one drop in a sea of "have nots"
and a waterfall of "would've rather done's"
Praying now 'cause everywhere I turn
I hear the voices in my head they burn

I'm just a little bit lost
Just a little out of touch with the plan
I'm just a little bit lost
I could use a little love
and a hand

In the still of night the loudest sounds I hear
Are the memories shaped by shame and fear
Don't worry know let each day become it's own
What tomorrow brings nobody really knows.