Holding On – 35 Minute Rule Lyrics

And now the story begins. Another weak kid doesn’t know his limits. Common sense takes a backseat to greed. But now he’s f*cking sinking. What the f*ck was he thinking? Chalk it up as learning the hard way. He’s dug his own grave. That’s where he’ll f*cking lay. It grows deeper and deeper every f*cking day. He sure f*cked up this time. That he’ll admit. Now he has to take responsibility. f*cking deal with it. But he can’t see a way out. So he kicks and claws and fights. Panic sets in. When you’re buried, you can’t see daylight. Every f*cking day. Every f*cking day. He wishes he could try again. Things wouldn’t be all f*cked up. He’d make the right decisions. So where does the story end? Does he f*cking live? Will he breathe again? Or does he f*cking drown? He’s good as dead. Goodbye. So long. He’s good as dead