Holding On

I’m holding on to everything I love
And it is hard to admit I need a hand
For I am proud again and proud I fall
With wasted words under my bed.

I’m holding on to everyone I stabbed
And it is foolish now, I say it is
For I can’t recognize the back of my hand
Or the shadowy place I’ve fallen in.

I’m holding on to what tears me apart
Like a house built in a week and a lie
Writhing in frustration, bruised and scarred
For I don’t even know how to die.

I’m holding on to the reflection in the mirror
That wipes away the smiles I stole
Erases the drops of joy I borrowed
And I lie where we fell with a broken oath.

Saying goodbye to heaven
Saying goodbye to heaven.