Hand That Holds True by Taproot
The manic stage,
A scary phase
Feeding all I know,
A cloudy haze,
The hectic pace,
Strips me of my throne,
It seems there is nothing but you,
To please in this world around you,
And in this place,
In my domain you're always in control;
Not the same without you like you really care;
I never thought you'd be the one to bring me down,
I never seem to hold onto a hand that holds true,
A never ending maze of crazy days have come an end,
(I find I'm reaching out again),
It doesn't have to be this way;
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