What the future holds is so uncertain.
My garments are desolated with this stain.
I'm on the brink of falling,
lamenting on the rapture occurring.

Nothing seems to make me keep going.
So please, understand the shallow sense of longing.
The cherishing of every bit of moment surpassing;
I yearn for no regrets, should my world come to an ending.

Maybe it's not the end but rather a beginning.
This thought is what spurs a slight hope worth pursuing.
Yet my fears strike me down to my core.
Everything that I'm doing, what's it for?

I need this time to gather strength and bring back the pieces.
Despite that though, everything I do ceases.
Your cold comfort is what makes me forget the tragedy,
that has long ruined my joyous comedy.

Maybe that's why I feel so clingy?
because the things you say no matter what it is, I hold dearly.
Subconsciously it's the only thing that keeps me sane,
away from all this craziness and pain

Forgive me if I may be too much.
I only mean to mend myself as such.
Bring back the pieces that shattered these hazel eyes
so I can endure the pain and it will all suffice.

Ironic as it may seem
your the only one that can comfort me like a peaceful stream.
You keep me strong without saying anything
so much for my happy ending.

We'll leave it at that for now, I guess.
Forever, probably you'll never know what's this mess.
That lurks beneath those plastic smiles and joy,
I'm like a child trying to be happy with a broken toy.