Misc Your Songs - Anna gaddie - holding on

^F#mI try to ^C#mkeep my dreams ^Ereal, looking straight ^F#mahead ^F#mI’m losing ^C#msleep, fighting ^Ehard, holding my^F#m breath ^F#mThere is a ^C#mweight pressing ^Edown on my ^F#mchest ^F#mTry to lift it ^C#mup, to get it ^Eout, but there it ^F#mrests

It’s a s^F#mtraight down spiral to ^Dhell I’m afraid Ca^Ause when you deal with the devil, he’s ^Egotta get paid ^F#mAnd when your heart runs out of ^Dhappiness ^AYou will pray for the days of ^Eignorant bliss

^F#mHolding on to the ^Adreams I’ve lost, to the ^Dpeople gone To the ^Athings I’ve let go ^F#mRaise a glass to the ^Amoments passed, growing ^Dup to fast ^AWhile it feels to slow ^F#mWhen all you’re^C#m doing, is^E trying to get^F#m by ^F#mWhen all you’re ^C#mdoing is ^Ewaiting to ^F#mdie

^F#mKeep my feet ^C#mstill, on the ^Eground one step at a ^F#mtime ^F#mTake a single ^C#breath, in and ^Eout, you’ll be ^F#malright ^F#mPut on a ^C#mface, fake a ^Esmile, don’t look ^F#mdown ^F#mSteady your^C#mself, open your ^Eeyes, try not to ^F#mdrown

It’s a ^F#mconstant day of ^Dstormy clouds And ^Aempty heats, and ^Ebroken vows When ^F#meveryone is ^Don cloud nine Just ^Acling to the hope that ^Eyou’ll be fine

^F#mHolding on to the ^Adreams I’ve lost, to the ^Dpeople gone To the ^Athings I’ve let go ^F#mRaise a glass to the ^Amoments passed, growing ^Dup too fast While it^A all feels too slow ^F#mWhen all you’re ^C#mdoin is just ^Etrying to get^F#m by ^F#mWhen all you’re ^C#mdoing is just ^Ewaiting to ^F#mdie And ^F#meverything is ^Abroken and ^Deverything is ^Awrong And ^F#meverything would ^Abe okay, you ^Djust need to move ^Aon

^F#mIt’s a straight down spiral to ^Dhell I’m afraid Cause when you ^Adeal with the devil he’s ^Egotta get paid And when your^F#m heart runs out of ^Dhappiness You will ^Apray for the days of ^Eignorant bliss

^F#mHolding on to the ^Adreams I’ve lost, to the ^Dpeople gone To the ^Aones I’ve let go ^F#mRaise a glass to the ^Amoments passed, ^Dgrowing up too fast ^AWhile it all feels too slow ^F#mHolding on to the ^Adreams I’ve lost, to the ^Dpeople gone To the ^Aones I’ve let go ^F#mRaise a glass to the ^Amoments passed, ^Dgrowing up too fast ^AWhile it all feels too slow

^F#mWhen all you’re ^C#mdoing is just ^Etrying to get ^F#mby ^F#mWhen all you’re ^C#mdoing is just ^Ewaiting to ^F#mdie