for all the wrong reasons

The order of things is such that, we move on to a better alternative given the chance to do so. But, come end of the world, you can be sure that people would stay behind for all the wrong reasons. I would. Hopes, no matter how shattered and battered and torn and painfully ludicrous, are all we hang onto sometimes. Grasping at thin air; it is asphyxiating and consequently a fool's game.

I never thought I would always be here holding on
Someone took my dreams and made them dumb
Nobody ever said it would be as hard as hell
Well you can run like hell until you come undone
If you're like me you'll be long gone

Chorus:

Hold me like a butterfly
Hold me like a dream someone else can drive
Hold me like a butterfly
Until the fears subside someone else can drive
Tonight

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