Even if I try to hold on,
My hands are too full,
And the world is too cruel
For a person
Whose only desire is to be true.

As I live my life as a fool,
The fingers that hooked the bars
Are slowly slipping.
The splashes shined like the moon
And the water is cool
As it made stars
And it fell on my cheeks, dripping

Only to realize
That the only thing I held on
Was your words full of lies