I don't want to know,
how it feels to lose my Kurt.
Every day you pull away,
and it takes years to find you;
To find yourself.
She's so sick in her body,
so sick in her soul.
I'll save you.
Just hold on to me.

When it grows dark and cold,
I'll be there,
and we'll get old.
Together.
Not alone.
Just hold on to me.

They left you,
with no words, not enough,
for you.
They left you;
I could never do.
If you think you're drowning, baby
I could always swim.
*Just hold on to me.

Your first letter came, when I was so lonely.
My days grow more and more productive, I forget to write you back.
I put it off, until you send another,
and another.
You see, I've been waiting for the day I see you again.
But I have been waiting too long for my love to return.
I wrote you a letter but did not address it.
It's been a few days, and I'm awaiting my love to come around, once more.
Your letter gets shoved aside, waiting.
For her.

Will you stay with me, here in this room forever?
Is that too much to ask of you?
Will you remind me of how much you love me?
Is that too much to ask of you?
Is it too much of me, to mention that I hate when you leave?
That when you leave, I feel so empty, bare, and used.
Unsatisfied.
Still to this day, I cannot explain why I feel that when you leave.
The only best solution to prevent this feeling,
is to stay with me, here in this room.
Forever.