I’m slipping through the cracks again.
But hope tells me to hold on
I wonder if someday
I can weave myself
in and out of my mind
Vivid images
still seared deep inside
Some days I wonder
if I was really meant to stay alive
I’m slipping through the cracks again.
But hope tells me to hold on
I wonder if someday
I can weave myself
in and out of my mind
Vivid images
still seared deep inside
Some days I wonder
if I was really meant to stay alive