Holding Atropos کے بول

Maybe I haven't been all that honest Maybe I wasted my time A sudden kindness At the last, Find myself hanging on here This is the end I had planned Bring me love Bring me this quiet breathing Hand by hand Counting the end of my rope I still have hope With these words, My fight ends. I deserve no More than I've made for myself Glass stones in the well This has been the only love I've ever known Whispering a goodbye