Let me live with anything you can give. Let me holding on into it.
Even if it’s a fake feeling.
Let me live, let me feel happy.
Let’s see how long it will last.
Just don’t destroy me, yet.
It’s still hurt, your last goodbye.
But, if it ain’t fake, let me know.
Let me commit on it.
Let me breath a little bit longer.
Let me face the world a little bit brighter.
Let me sleep a little bit tighter.
Even if it just a little, just a little.