Well, I was talking to a mirror image of what supposedly was to be me; and
the eyes and the nose and the insignificant clothes supported the testimony He said, "You're doing fine, you know
You've got an okay mind, you know
And I would hate to see you throw it away
You'd better hold on
Hold on Hold on"
I was telling him I was a bit fatigued about my life, both present and past;
and when I recalled my thoughts of ending it all with an overdose of gas, He said, "You're doing fine, you know
You've got an okay mind, you know
And I would hate to see you throw it away
You'd better hold on
Hold on Hold on"
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on