3.9.10
You were like a monkey bar and I held on.
It was fun at first. Hanging there; feet far from the ground.
But then I started to get blisters. And my hands they started to sweat;
and I started to slip. But I continued to hold on, adjusting my hands to make them stay.
But eventually, I figured out it was really time to let go.
You were like a monkey bar and I held on.
It was fun at first. Hanging there; feet far from the ground.
But then I started to get blisters. And my hands they started to sweat;
and I started to slip. But I continued to hold on, adjusting my hands to make them stay.
But eventually, I figured out it was really time to let go.