Out Crowd (The)

Holding
I can't keep holding onto things that I can't hold on to It's burning up all my skin I look like a warscene holding so tightly to these memories Dress them up in flowers I look at you for hours I look at you and sigh I look at you and sometimes I feel a hole inside I get pissed off with angst and emo-frustration Can't you just deal with all of your shit? Look down at the ground and listen to sounds you hear Can you hear the Earth calling for you? No, because you're all alone here You'll always be alone Quit holding on to things that shouldn't even last Life moves much too fast to try and reserrect the past So keep on moving Move a little faster, not for me, for you From Letras Mania