Hold Hands - McCafferty

I never said what I thought when I should’ve

I never took the time to make things right

But these hallways they’re dim and they’re weak

And these thoughts on my mind make my mind really weak

But the older I get, the younger I feel

The more I miss you

And these wounds never heal

But I hear that your love it never gets old

I’m buried alive through all of my tragedy

I hear that your love it never gets old

I’m buried alive through all of my tragedy

I will not forget

But I will not forgive you

My son holds hands with God and the devil, now

My son holds hands with God and the devil, now

Hold on, don’t wait up for me

Because I am digging deep for me

And hold on, don’t wait for me

Because I am digging deep

I hope I forget ‘em

Why can’t I just say I’m sorry?

Hold my hands up, tell my story