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Description
You're slipping,
I can see it,
Your eyes,
Just haze over.
I hear you cry,
Every night,
I see you die,
A little everyday.

I'm scared,
I'll lose you,
That one day,
You'll be gone.

And so hear me,
When I say,
That if ever,
You feel like you're falling,
I'll catch you,

If ever,
You feel like a clay sculptor,
Losing it's form,
Know that my hands,
Will restore you.

If ever,
You feel like glass,
Shattered across the floor,
Know that I'll endure a thousand cuts,
To put you back together.

Because not even death,
Could be scarier,
Than a future,
Without you.

Description
You're slipping,
I can see it,
Your eyes,
Just haze over.
I hear you cry,
Every night,
I see you die,
A little everyday.

I'm scared,
I'll lose you,
That one day,
You'll be gone.

And so hear me,
When I say,
That if ever,
You feel like you're falling,
I'll catch you,

If ever,
You feel like a clay sculptor,
Losing it's form,
Know that my hands,
Will restore you.

If ever,
You feel like glass,
Shattered across the floor,
Know that I'll endure a thousand cuts,
To put you back together.

Because not even death,
Could be scarier,
Than a future,
Without you.