What are you supposed to do
When home doesn't feel like it used to?
I don't think I'll ever be the same
Riding on my bike, circling
For a moment, I'm fifteen
Growing up way too fast
Saying things I can't take back

I'll hold your hand in the dark
If you want me to
I'll hold your hand in the dark
If you want me to
Softly, go softly
Softly, go softly

I remember when you cried
Laying in my bed that night
I remember everything you say
What about the scars that can't be seen
And everything in between?
I can't fix the problems in your mind
God knows I barely tackle mine
But I'll hold your hand in the dark
If you want me to

I'll hold your hand in the dark
If you want me to
Softly, go softly
Softly, go softly
Softly, go softly
Softly, go softly