The End Has No End

I've been here before a few times and I´m quite aware we're dying and your hands they shake with goodbyes and I´ll take you back if you´d have me; So here I am I´m trying, so here I am are you ready. Come on! let me hold you, touch you feel you, always. Kiss you, taste you all night ! always. And I´ll miss your laugh, your smile. I´ll admit I´m wrong if you´d tell me, I´m so sick of fights I hate them, lets start this again for real.