Take my hand then wipe my brow
forgiveness is the key
I'm not sure what I'm doing now
it all feels the same to me
I climbed up to the highest hill
then tripped and flipped and fell
I took a chance on a certain ****
then danced straight into hell
fires burned my frazzled mind
cold winds fanned the flames
I searched for treasure I've yet to find
whilst playing them silly games
sometimes I often lose myself
riding on the crest of a wave
it's not much fun sitting on a shelf
when it's loving that one does crave
perhaps one day I'll get it right
perhaps one day I'll smile
perhaps one day I'll fight the fight
then walk on up the aisle
inside my heart is weeping blood
it's written in my eyes
and as I'm drowning in the mud
I'll drop my weak disguise
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 7:32 AM UTC
Take my hand then wipe my brow
forgiveness is the key
I'm not sure what I'm doing now
it all feels the same to me
I climbed up to the highest hill
then tripped and flipped and fell
I took a chance on a certain ****
then danced straight into hell
fires burned my frazzled mind
cold winds fanned the flames
I searched for treasure I've yet to find
whilst playing them silly games
sometimes I often lose myself
riding on the crest of a wave
it's not much fun sitting on a shelf
when it's loving that one does crave
perhaps one day I'll get it right
perhaps one day I'll smile
perhaps one day I'll fight the fight
then walk on up the aisle
inside my heart is weeping blood
it's written in my eyes
and as I'm drowning in the mud
I'll drop my weak disguise
Here's the song version
https://youtu.be/46EDlMV2YFY?si=n7ipg0UT-54XDWu6
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