In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
hanging on to hope
I'm hanging on to hope
but my fingers are slipping
and I can't keep holding on
my hands bleeding raw
still I try to keep gripping
but all of my strength is gone
somebody notice me
somebody notice me
I'm hanging on to hope
but the high wire's unwinding
and gravity's not a friend
the wind's on the rise
and the sunlight is blinding
and everything's happening again
somebody notice me
somebody notice me
I didn't mean to be this way
I've tried everything I can
but nothing works
nothing works
I'm hanging on to hope
but I think that I'm falling
and I don't have the courage to fight
somewhere in the dark
I hear destiny calling
and I crumble into the night
somebody notice me
somebody notice me
somebody notice me
I'm still here
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