Hang On
I’m starting to forget the smell of your hair
the warmth of your chest
the sensation of your lips and mine
the sound of your voice
if i try hard i can go back in time
and picture it all again before my eyes
but i cant feel a thing
the little details that once made me smile are fading away
im getting tired, dry, and weaker
i cant hold the picture for long and reality comes back
that innocent smile has done me good
will you ever forgive me for the state i’m in ?
