You hold onto me, lest I slip away,
I can feel your fear vibrating against my body,
Your lips begging me to forever stay,
As if deeming me strong enough to remain.

But I am slipping.

Finger by finger,
I pull away,
And finger by finger,
I might not stay.

Time will tell this story,
Just wait and see it be created.
The ending of this story, good or bad
Has always been fated.

I am slipping.

Finger by finger,
I pull away,
And finger by finger,
I might not stay.