Hold Tight

It's been fifteen years since we left you on the street,
I didn't see a single tear roll down your cheek.
Not that I cared, I was barely four years old.
But Mum was right, we were both just moving on.

But that's what you couldn't see, wasn't sure if you really wanted me.
Now I'm 21 years old, so what's seven months, you couldn't even fucking call.

You always say you're proud of me, but these autumn leaves fall like my self-esteem.
I'll hold tight my insecurities.

I left Dad back in Anna-Bay with every single thing we made.
Through the glass I watched you disappear, was the coldest winter day that year.
And I'm grateful, not that I have shown it.
Never from a lack of love, more like a useless poet.

You always say you're proud of me, but these autumn leaves fall like my self-esteem.
I'll hold tight my insecurities.
Spring time came so suddenly, bet you couldn't even bear to see the better man I'd grown to be.

Now I'm starting to realize the choices you made will never shape me.
Now I'm starting to come to terms with all the thoughts that cloud my head.

"We'll make it through you'll see", that's what you said to me.
"We'll make it through you'll see", that's what you said to me.

You always say you're proud of me, but these autumn leaves fall like my self-esteem.
I'll hold tight my insecurities.
Spring time came so suddenly, bet you couldn't even bear to see the better man I'd grown to be.

I'll watch these autumn leaves, hold tight my insecurities.
I'll watch these autumn leaves, blow them away my summer breeze.