if fingers can make you slip trough,
then why wouldn't you?
Why wouldnt you drop me like a rock,
When beauty passes by.
Can you handle my when i hide in the dark,
Could you give me your hand,
and pull me out.
Show me that light,
Hand me happiness,
And an reason to live.
Or would you sit and wait.
For me to come..
Or stay in myself forever.