I feel like I'm slipping away I feel like I'm losing control a little more each day I bankrupt my wishing well Staring at a bone dry hole filled with all of my false hope I sigh and whisper to myself A whisper transforms to a yell Whatever happened to hopeless dreamers Or those words that picked me up? I can't say the grass is greener when my eyes are still glued shut But if you show me how to make this I'll scream it with my lungs And if there's still a bit of breath left there's still songs to be sung So what if I'm slipping away? I was never in control so why start today? I wasted my wishing well Throw your life down in a hole I'll be making mine myself I sigh and whisper to myself A whisper transforms to a yell Whatever happened to hopeless dreamers Or those words that picked me up? I can't say the grass is greener when my eyes are still glued shut But if you show me how to make this I'll scream it with my lungs And if there's still a bit of breath left there's still songs to be sung