A part of me wants to let go...
But there is someone inside saying I should hold on..
Both voices are becoming more & more audible..
Every night, I curl up and hear them rumble.

Flowers, glitters, butterflies..
Where have they all gone?
It is true that time flies..
Am I waiting for none?

For the nights I should have been held..
For the words I should have said..
Damages which have not been mend..
Is the flame really dead?

Late night sweet talks..
Overwhelming compliments..
Under the moonlight walks..
Is this an early lament?

I'm still here.
And maybe you are just near.
Fate will lead you to me..
Save me from my fears.

SOS.