Sunny days are gone,
holding tight to what i've left for so long,
i can't hide away from the pain,
i carry on...
will you take my hand?
or will you turn away?
will you take my hand?
or will you turn away?
I tuck myself in,
wishing to dream of you,
with no energy to live,
under my covers,
is where i stay,
and i reach for you,
but i can't crawl,
beneath my...(silence, silence)
and i can depend on myself,
to let me down,
we design your words, your...(silence, silence) (?)
As i grab ahold,
i feel it slipping away, again...
Will you take my hand?
or will you turn away?
will you take my hand?
or will you turn?