Barely Holding On

11 o'clock at night
And I just want to feel alright
I cannot explain this pain
I'd trade it for anything

And I'm barely holding on
Things are finally going wrong

My grip is weakening
And so is my will
I need some seasoning
Like a barbecue grill
I feel so bland
Like I bring nothing at all
So let the band
Play their song until I fall

And I'm barely holding on
Things are finally going wrong

I'm barely holding on
I don't know what went wrong
I have no real remedy to help fix this
I don't know what to say
So I'll just go away
And let everyone say "he will be missed"
I need some peace of mind
I never have the time
To ever explain what I truly feel
So maybe if I'm gone
Then I can find the one
Reason that can help me finally heal

And I'm barely holding on
Things are finally going wrong
And I'm barely holding on
Things are finally going wrong