Texty
Do you feel sorry for yourself
When you make the same mistakes
Tracing your boy's hands?
Yeah we have got regrets
We all can make mistakes
Tracing these old plans
It's code red
Have you ever felt so bad
When you're hiding in your room?
You can hardly get out of your bed
You've got your hands behind your back
You've got your hands behind your back
You've got your hands behind your back
You've given up
Yeah, we've all been there
We know how it goes
When you'd rather disappear
You might as well be dead (You might as well be dead)
Even I'll be holding on
When the days get too long
It's hard not to just hold on
You hope that it's the end
Tomorrow it starts again
It's impossible to be strong
Even I'll be holding on
To the times it all seemed gone
When all the problems seemed solved
Days your back breaks
And only black is in your heart
Even I'll be holding on
Even I'll be holding on
Even I'll be holding on
Even I'll be holding on
Even I'll be holding on
You've got your hands behind your back
You've got your hands behind your back
You've got your hands behind your back
You've got your hands behind your back
Written by: The Casket Lottery
