I wrote this song for those guys who are going through mental breakdown in the turning points of life. yea yea... first we hit adolesence, then we reach our sexual prime, then we hit the oh my gawd life is half over... I am talking the life crises here. As some may know I kinda had a rough time here in the last year. But everything is back up and going again and stronger then what it was... so this song is about hanging in there guys. Grab yourself a beer and just hold out. If life crumbles around you then it wasn't worth hanging onto... what comes next is what you want to keep... but there are somethings you want to hold onto... so I say...

HOLD ON TO WHAT MATTERS




You get up one day to find that your all alone
You feel distant and everywhere is your home
And you look to see that your no where
Even though you been there and everywhere

Then you get to thinking about the dreams you had
oh the memories just if you had no choice
Then you get to looking at the things you have
Oh the luxuries and you can't hear your voice

you tell yourself your going to change it all
you walk up to find you face the wall
you feel trapped like you can't get out
Everything you want to say won't leave your mouth

Then the light at the end of the tunnel begins to die
Oh your feelings hurt like there is no way out
Then you start to think your losing your sanity
And no one hears you when you shout

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"Just hold your head up"
"Time passes and you will be fine"
"Its just another road in life"
"Hold on to what matters"

you get up one day to find you say hell with it
start blasting away everything from where you sit
you feel guilty like you're the bad man the villain
maybe you are but it inside of you its all killing

Then your wife starts pointing saying you destroyed your life
Oh the guilty but you know you can care less
Then you pack up your bags and you run away 
Oh the right of way if you had known the best

That's how it all starts and that's how it ends
You pick up the pieces and your new life begins
You feel foolish for even putting a gun to your head
And thank God you picked up a bottle instead

This is the time to grab a hold of your memories
Oh the flashback and now you have a choice
You get stronger by the aspiration of your feelings
Oh the gratification finally you hear your own voice


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WROTE BY: NIGHTHORSE

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