Myself (Live on Boston Radio, Wbcn)

can someone tell me what i'm seeing it's something lost
but still I'm reaching there's nothing left that could
keep me hanging on
(the only thing I miss is myself, the only thing i miss is myself)
- as the pendulum is swinging, from side to side i often wonder
why that the things that mean the most to me, can never be,
i cut my losses and move forward
- can someone tell me what I'm
seeing it's something lost but still i'm
reaching, there's nothing left that could keep me hanging on

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front line my friends they don't give up,
on me when small things grab on and they
try to weigh me down, i reach to pull,
cause my life's a grip and that grip is
what keeps hanging on, can someone tell
me what i'm seeing it's something lost but
still i'm reaching, there's nothing left that could keep me hanging on

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you said you needed a ride home,
front seat three others in the back,
i looked at you asked if you're ok
- said yes now we're off on our way -
now turn your heads against the glass
too much to late you're moving fast,
rolling rolling the window down ride changed
when I heard the sound, can someone tell
me what i'm seeing it's something lost but
still i'm reaching, there's nothing left that
could keep me hanging on

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Writer(s): Alonzo Stevenson, Leona Lewis, Graham Marsh, Justin Boykin
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