for the last time

entering a world of make-believe
slip through the slits that hold us through
the wearied will held unto me tight
and i try to make sense of all of this
for the last time
for the last time
must i win your fights for you
for the last time
must i bear my cross for you

and although you've changed
although you've changed
you smile just the same
like the first time
and now looking at the last time
you take it all through myself
you hold unto me so dull-like
let go
and leave me here

we're entering a world of make-believe
try not to hold on too tight
you eyes could never have shone brighter
your tears couldn't have been more dryer
for the last time
for the last time
must i tear out my heart of you
for the last time
must i carry your cross for you

and you know me better than that
i think you know me better than that

-winston campbell-