And one by one the years of our lives
Stumble as the moments pass
So please hold on,
so please hold on
and now,
i feel better,
but i wonder,
what am i now?
i used to be the one talking,
no, i used to be the one listening,
the one who always had something good to say.
quoted that you'll talk,
but now,
i may look ok,
i might even feel ok,
but i just really need you
to be there for me
like i was for you.
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