©2007 Crandall

You can’t remember what cut you to pieces
The flash of that knife still holds you down

You see yourself as some battle-worn princess
But you’re more like quicksand than bullets and shrapnel

You draw the line but can’t seem to hold it
Homesteader between the lost and loved

You want someone
Who knows what you’re missing,
But your scars remind you
“You’re all alone”

Hold on, Hold on
You’ve had enough
But I won’t let you down

You like everything fast, hard as steel
Take a fist to a slap in the face
You hate people who cry when they suffer
You’re like concrete that cracks but won’t break

Come close to your heart; it ceases beating
All gauges zero and every clock stops

You’re like a squad car first to the crime scene
You’ve got a way of shutting down the block

Hold on, Hold on
You’ve had enough
But I won’t let you down

Down
Down
Down

Hold on, Hold on
You’ve had enough
But I won’t let you down

Hold on, Hold on
You’ve had enough
But I won’t let you down