Hold My Hand

I look into the mirror,
and I don't see my reflection.

I reach my hand out to hold yours,
to get some attention.

I slip from my grip,
but I land on nothing.

I keep on falling,
I fall right on through.

I keep falling for you,
because I never want to let go.

I will never give up,
there is too much that I know.

I stop falling,
and wait for you.

I wait for you,
for you to land.

I wait for you,
so I can hold your hand.

You brought me back up,
so I can stand.

I just want to hold your hand,
you are my grip - you keep me up.

I never want to slip,
so let me hold your hand.

I look into the mirror again,
and because of you,
I can see my reflection.

Don't let go of my hand,
or else I'll fall again.

Well guess what,
I guess it's too late.
You let go of my hand,
was this the right fate?

This is dedicated to Tyler.