Some days
I can’t even trust myself
Hold my hand
I’ll walk with you, my dear
There’s an old voice in my head
that’s holding me back
Well, tell her that I miss
our little talks
We used to play outside
when we were young
And full of life
and full of love
Some days I don’t know
if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry
our bodies safe to shore
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