Hold On

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 testimony 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! 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!