Losing It

I think I'm losing it
Looking for my phone it's in my hand
Losing it, forgot to move the car again
I think I'm losing it
Losing confidence

I'm like a diamond
Crying "I'm not cut out for this"

I think I'm losing it
Checking for a pulse is something wrong with me
Losing it, I question everything
I think I'm losing it
Cancel all my plans
I lost my confidence

I'm like a diamond
Crying "I'm not cut out for this"

Running out of juice
Do I seem lazy to you?
Lining up the shot
Chalking the cue
Till I'm put on the spot and I shoot
Sometimes that's all that you can do
I had a taste, it went away
Now it's all I crave
I'll find it someday