Not a song. Not poetry. A hope that's kept.
I tried my best to be guarded,
But i fail time and again,
The broken hope that i kept,
Is what helps me sleep at night,
And i left myself alone,
I act,
i pretend,
i lied,
I'm holding onto myself,
I'm afraid i'll be barely holding on after this,
i'll do my best to stop what i'm doing,
So impossible for me,
Stay near, stay quiet, stay.
Stay.
I want nothing but a memory.
