Hold On
I wear black and some gray when I’m with her
Stay intact with my act, stay invisible
But as soon as she’s gone, it’s green green, green and some brown
Off on my own it’s joy, joy, joy, not a frown
All the derogatory things she can say to me
Are derived from her song of self loathing
I hold my peace, I’m inclined to forgive and forget
And I do my best to help her hold hers