Just when i thought i have managed to pull the roller coaster back to the tracks, things are getting out of hand again.

I do see myself getting nasty; seeing myself wasting away.

When i wouldn't stand by my grave again, I did.

I won't blame anyone if you're taken away from me one day.
But i just want you to stay for awhile... now.
How much i wanted to tell you this...
Yet the courage just fails me all inside.
You won't understand
as you're just like a withered flower,
blown away... losing touch.