Hold me and don't ever let me go.
At least let me have the illusion that I'll see some
of many tommorrow's with you.
Your hands around me make me feel
as if one day I'll be all right
even if I won't.
I hold on and you don't pull away.
If I'm not dreaming
then maybe bearable
just became a little more livable.
I'll always need you here.
I'm predictable in all the ways
you're beautiful...
I'm slowly dying.