Holding Onto What s Left
In my soul i know what is gone and what remains.
Fearing that time will break me, I doubt Im strong enought.
As my life slips through my hands, I feel my heart grows cold.
What can you do when your fate unfolds before you?
Holding onto whats left of myself.
I lost my fucking faith, now i want it back.
I swear that one day Ill be myself again.
Through the years, Ive lost myself.
Through the years, Ive grown scared.
Holding onto whats left of myself,
time seems to work against me, but I wont wait in pain.
I swear that one day, Ill be myself again.
Now I see how this life was meant to be,
what I am, what Ive become, is all that I have left.
