Wish me away, before I fade. And if I ever let myself live again, let me feel this pain. Don’t let me go numb.
Forgive me for my ill illusions, but I fear my light might go out. And in the darkness I will be, again.
I will remember you, while you hold me from my sleep.
I will remember you, while the light gets farther away.
And I will remember you, while you wish me away, while I slowly, quietly, fade.
Just, remember me. When you, my light, goes out.