Too Good At Goodbyes – Sam Smith
who’d take care of me?
when my heart is full, and broken, and dumb, and deaf.
who’d take care of me?
when my mind sinks deeper than the black, and turns coldest than the ice.
who’d save me?
when i can’t see the start but only the finish line.
who’d save me?
when my days and the nights, gives me nothing but pain and pain and more pains.
me.
me can.
me must.
me would.
me is the answer.