I wish I could lie to you

When I say I'm not afraid and you can see my fear with your closed eyes

When I hold your hand, begging your heart to beat

I thought I'd get used to this and know "what to do" in the next time
But it's just what if there won't be any next time?

What if I won't be able to help you?
Yes, I should not think like this

But could you stop the pain? Could you stop the memories?
Could we be where we want to be?
No
Here I sit remembering everything and everyone
Remembering how it used to be
It wasn't so lonely
I didn't have to stay strong for that long
I wouldn't have to be the one in charge
It's too late now..