Losing My Ground – Fergie

The time is 8:03 PM.

Don’t know what day it is.
What’s going on?
Is this real?
No, no, no, no, no.

I woke up short of breath, but still I’ve got a long day ahead of me.
I don’t know what day it is, but tell me ’cause I gotta know who to be.
Is that me up in the mirror? ‘Cause I thought it was somebody else.
Well it’s a realization, when you find out you don’t even wanna look at yourself.

Where do I go?
What do I do?
Who do I turn to?
I’m losing my ground.
Who am I now?
Where does it end?
How did it all begin?
I’m losing my ground, ground.

Well, I’m on my feet, it time to hit the streets
And get my life back together again.
Well, this place is all a masquerade.
So, tell me where in line can I cut in?
Downtown wandering aimlessly around still don’t know what I’m tryin’ to find.
Well, you could flash all the pretty lights in front of me, I still wouldn’t see the signs.

Where do I go?
What do I do?
Who do I turn to?
I’m losing my ground.
Who am I now?
Where does it end?
How did it all begin?
I’m losing my ground, ground.

I’m losing my—
I’m losing my—
I’m losing my ground.

Losing my—
Losing my—
Losing my ground.

Where do I go?
Why do I do this to myself?
I’m losing my—
Why do I do?
Why do I do?
Why do I do?

Don’t wanna go back there.
Where do I go?
Don’t wanna go back there.
What do I do?
Who do I turn to?

I’m loosing my ground.

Who am I now?
Where does it end?
How did it all begin?
I’m losing my ground, ground.

I’m losing my—
I’m losing my—
I’m losing my ground.

The time is 8:03 PM.