hold on

somehow we became our own victims

no doubt suffering the wrong reasons

so slow, you cant feel your heart break

until recovery is too late.

i've been living in a long slumber

my heart turned into a sour creature

some mouths never say a fucking thing

some mouths, like mine, get in the way.

of what i need to say.

and of what i need.

hold on to every little part and pieces

hold on whenever you feel defeated

hold on to memories that make you cry

hold on and live like you might die.