Hold It

Hold it.

Girl, hold the smile.

Hold the pain for a little while.

A while longer, 

and they'll see...

But then fear gets the best of me.

Hold it.

Must hold them up.

Keep sipping from the bitter cup.

Walls too high,

Chains too thick,

Mask on mask should do the trick.

Hold it!

Stop asking me!

I can't help you if I cant help me.

Please, listen.

Please hear my call.

I need your help most of all.


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