My weakness, I feel, I must finally show. Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all, but lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall. Lend me your eyes, I can change what you see — but your soul, you must keep totally free.
Less than a month to go.
I think I’ll miss you the most, to be honest.
I still promise that I won’t disappear. You’re free to hunt me down.