"Dream section" No. 7

How do I even start?
I'm being all torn apart
I'm not, I'm not doing well
As you can see the mark
On my black, bleeding heart
I'm planning, I'm planning my farewell
And I do have scars, yes
So as always, I confess
That I'd not be able to stay
If you'd walk away
At least that's what I'll say

Life's harder than I was told
Give me something that'd make me consoled
Just in a little, a little dose
It's 2 a.m. and I'm cold
I'd just need someone who would
Hold me, hold me close
Though nights are atrocious
They'll never approach us
'Cause I know, that you're here with me
And you'll set me free
By the time when it's three

H.M. 2022. 02. 27.