Losing Jim - Holland

And I cry until I bleed

And red is all I see

Holding on, dead and gone

No miracle rehearsed

Could take away this curse

Swollen eyes, hung to dry

Lose your last hope, beginning to choke

All I can take is thrown in my face

I know you mean well, but I’m not well

And these bones are caving it

No spirit left within

Fading fast, never last

And the stench is strong

Of memories gone

Wearing thin and losing Jim

Lose your last hope, beginning to choke

All I can take is thrown in my face

I know you mean well, but I’m not well

And the stench is strong

Of memories gone

Wearing thin and losing Jim