I feel like I am tumbling down a stairway without end.
Trying to stand but getting knocked down again.
So much is going wrong but everything feels right.
Losing my soul to that awful reality we call life.
Hold me close.
Hold me tight.
Keep me safe.
Make it right.
The only thing I have is my love.
It's all I have to give.
I give it to you freely.
Pure and devoid of sin.
Tripping through the world every day.
Trying to learn the way things must be.
Getting rejected at every turn.
Afraid of losing everything.
Hold me close.
Hold me tight.
Keep me safe.
Make it right.
Hold me close.
(I'm losing my grip.)
Hold me tight.
(I can't feel your touch.)
Keep me safe.
(It hurts.)
Make it right.
(Is anything real?)
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