I'm afraid I'm losing hold
This precipice I've been holding on to
Is getting slippery with all the lies I've told
I feel so cold
And I've been getting less bold
I'm sorry I can't fit your mold
I'm sorry I can't do what I'm told
Most of all
I'm sorry I can't be the one you get to hold
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 5:41 AM UTC