Holding out and holding on
squeezing what's left until it's gone
Perhaps what was certain
was never meant to be
perhaps what I felt for you
you never felt for me
Love is blind, Love is bliss
If only we could go back
away from this hollow abyss
back to when you held me
back to when you cared
back to when this was more
than just feelings we shared
Holding out and Holding on
How much longer my love before it's all gone?
squeezing what's left until it's gone
Perhaps what was certain
was never meant to be
perhaps what I felt for you
you never felt for me
Love is blind, Love is bliss
If only we could go back
away from this hollow abyss
back to when you held me
back to when you cared
back to when this was more
than just feelings we shared
Holding out and Holding on
How much longer my love before it's all gone?
(Like you will ever take the time to read any of this, most of the time when I write it's read by everyone but who it's written for... that's usually how it goes isn't it?)
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