Maa : Hold Me Like You Used To

Can you feel that cold coming in?

That old familiar sting
When you know they're gone
But you still hold on to the little things
Mama always told me that the ones that leave
They look down on us in golden wings
I wanna believe it
Tell me, do you believe it?

When we lose the ones we love
I was getting used to, used to
Having you with me, so why you gotta leave?
Just hold me like you used to, used to
Are you looking from above?
I didn't want to lose you, lose you
So why you gotta leave? I need you here with me
Just hold me like you used to, used to