Testo 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