Calling Home

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Flying Think I'm flying in outer space My conscience is not found Addicted to the thrill of falling down I'm trying Calling home from another place My conscience is not found Addicted to the thrill of falling down I'm tired of contradictions I'm tired of they want me to be So damn tired of feeling lonely Think I rather find a better me I can't give this up, no I won't give it up, oh It's on me To make a better life So I can say I'm alright I've been calling out But nobody's been listening No one is there to hold me tight Talk to myself there's no one I rely Flying Think I'm flying in outer space My conscience is not found Addicted to the thrill of falling down I'm trying Calling home from another place My conscience is not found Addicted to the thrill of falling down Well, I'm a diamond in the rough Made it this far some say I'm tough I'm addicted to being addicted Don't contradict it I'm addicted Breaking shackles I've made on my own Anchoring off, I sail away Made myself a path where I don't have to worry It's my time To seize the day Throw out my conscience 'Cause it's hiding the real me (The real me) (The real me) (The real me) (The real me) (The real me) (The real me) (The real me) Flying Think I'm flying in outer space My conscience is not found Addicted to the thrill of falling down I'm trying Calling home from another place My conscience is not found Addicted to the thrill of falling down