Well I was talking to a mirror image of what supposedly was to be me
And the eyes and the nose and the insignificant clothes supported the testimonyHe said you're doing fine you know
You've got an okay mind you know
And I would hate to see you throw it away
You'd better hold on!
Hold on!
Hold on!I was telling him I was a bit fatigued about my life both present and past
and when I recalled my thoughts of ending it all with an overdose of gas
He said you're doing fine you know
You've got an okay mind you know
And I would hate to see you throw it away
You'd better hold on!
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold on!
