I will keep your cigarettes.
I will wear your cross earring.
I keep the dead love I never showed
like it's sacred.
Though I am scared.
Where will I go from this nowhere I am stuck in?
If love couldn't save me,
would loneliness and fear?
When I left my only light behind,
I can only hear the death whispering in the darkness around.
Dimness.
Sleep or awake—
it doesn't matter if I close my eyes or not,
the nightmare will arrive.
Crows flapping close to my ear,
nervous nerves, shaking hands,
two eyes connected to my brain
just so I can watch the disintegration behind them.
I will keep you in my mind,
just to remind myself why I let myself go.
I will protect you from me.

And maybe I like it here,
falling into a dark well that never ends,
always afraid of when I'm gonna hit the ground.
Feeling close to the end,
far from being saved.
Maybe I keep falling forever
and should let go of the question "when"
and enjoy the ride.
One, twelve, seventeen, twenty-one
death is crawling under my skin,
but I'm still here,
so I will enjoy the ride.
I will dance when I'm falling down.
Nothing can save me now,
and it's just fine.
It's just fine.