Something to hold on to. Anything to hold on to. It’s slipping away. Or is it my strength, That’s slipping away? What scares me is not the fall, But the probability of never getting up, After the fall.
Something to hold on to. Anything to hold on to. It’s slipping away. Or is it my strength, That’s slipping away? What scares me is not the fall, But the probability of never getting up, After the fall.