Hold On To Me

We were walking on Karls-Street While she was talking about someone else Her words were sweet, but I knew she was trying to convince herself Her friends said she looks better without me, But I think she looks pretty enough She hates herself so much, But a smile cross my face everytime that she laughs So hold on to the dream Lay down and cry yourself to sleep You better never hold on to me We've grown older, since I told her to stay with me She got bolder, cut her hair to the shoulder She's a different girl now Is it better? Is it worse is it clever Do you still feel the same You still call her? Or is it harder Cause everything changed So hold on to the dream Lay down and cry yourself to sleep You better never hold on to me