of the fear I've had so long.
When somebody hears,
listen to the fear that's gone.
Strangled by the wishes of fate,
hoping for the arms of nature.
Get to me the sooner or later.
Oh, well.
Holding back the years,
can't for me escape from all I've known.
Holding back the tears,
cause nothing here is grown.
Nothing has a chance to be good.
Nothing ever could.
I'll keep holding on.
Don't try.
All right.
All of those years.
And nothing had the chance to be good.
Cause nothing ever could.
Oh,
I'll keep holding on.
I'll keep holding on.
I'll keep
holding on.
I'll keep
holding on.