Pocketbook Hour

Hold on to my hand Let's sell away, we got this Don't let them say we're not this Time moves fast, I know You made me have a purpose Feel like I don't deserve it I felt so low My mind's no hope I don't wanna sleep It's bringing back what I lost And all the times that I've done wrong And I've been going through some things by myself I'm getting way too old and I'm better by myself And I don't say all the things that's on my mind It's getting me no help and your love's hard to find You threw me away to the sharks, I cannot swim And now I'm sitting here, overthinking Hold on to my hand Let's sell away, we got this Don't let them say we're not this Time moves fast, I know