Under the gun now, can't say how I feel.    There's so much shit inside my head. If I fuck this up, is it all on me? There's somewhere else I'd rather be. There's no way out.    I'm losing my mind.    There's somewhere else I'd rather be, there's someone else I'd rather see.       Fuck.       Out of sight, never out of my mind.    My stomach's sick, just want to go home - just staring at a ringless phone.    So where did things go wrong now?    A lack of passion, focus, drive. My head's fucking gone.       I'm calling out now. Losing faith, not saving face, won't let it ruin me.    I'm calling out.