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