Time of my life...

"From the east to the south
I tongue the roof of my mouth
To new days of doubt without you
First gear, I face the trouble ahead
Final word has been said
Long distance spread between us
I tell myself to

Hold on, won’t be long
Till I grow through this struggle
Time to wake up, find my soul

Happy without you oh (repeat)

Not called for weeks now
Six days without sleep means
I am a slave to my early grave
If I do not be brave, behave
Seize myself out of this mess
I have created of myself yet again
Yet again I say

Hold on, it won’t be long
till I grow through this struggle
Time to wake up, finding my soul..."