I'm not quite sure I'll make it out alive. Please, take a tight grip on my hands, they're all I have that's unscathed. If you're asking of my heart's whereabouts, don't bother, even I don't know its current stats.
I've no assurance of my future left. The stars in the jar are nothing more than paper and ink. You're my only ope, that much is true, so, please, don't let me slip away.
The pieces of the puzzle are long gone. One too many a time, I tried to retrieve them, but I failed. One can never really change the past, it's completely out of reach. I do wish I could, but that's the way it is.
I'm crumbling down, I'm falling apart, help me while I'm still breathing. I'm crashing head-first, I can't help myself, hear me out while I'm still screaming.
Come and save me as I sing this swan song out to you. Take me in your arms for the first and last time as I let out the last dreams I bear.
