on hold

some how we became our own victim,

no doubt suffering the wrong reasons,

so slow you can't feel your heart break,

until recovery's too late.

i've been living in a long slumber,

my heart turning to a sour creature,

some mouths never say a fucking thing,

some mouths like mine get in the way.

of what they mean to say,

so heres what i mean to say.

hold on to all the little parts and pieces,

hold on to hope when you feel defeated,

hold on to memories that make you cry,

hold on and live like you might die.

hold on, hold on, on hold.