i got your letter
and the poetry you sent me
postmarked in december of last year
i really hope youre doing better
all your friends close by your side
one step closer to recovering.
i wish there was something i could say
to erase each and every page
youve been through
even though its not my place to save you
are you picturing but cant accept
this thank you note thats sealed with your last breath
and i wont stand aside and listen to you give up
if youll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
if youll just hold on. just hold on.
if youll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
if youll just hold on. just hold on.
these arms from me strecthed out to you
maybe someday youll accept them
or maybe its too late to save
a young (ers?) heart thats long stopped beating
wake up wake up you gotta believe
wake up wake up you cant give up
time keeps going on without us
long after were dead and gone
if youll just hold on for one more second
just hold on to what you have
if youll just hold on. just hold on.
you will wake up tomorrow
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