I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up

If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe.

I’m flying to the moon again,

Dreaming about heroin.

You’ve applied the pressure, to have me crystallised,

And you’ve got the faith, that I could bring paradise.

I am yours now,

So now I don’t ever have to leave.

I feel like I’m falling again.

There’s nothing else in the way now.

It’s so sad. What was so beautiful and transcendent is now nothing but faded memories, getting dimmer by the day. I don’t want it to ever leave me. I want to go back to that life. It was other-worldly. It was everything I believed life should be about. And as it fades away, all that’s left are vague recollections. The feelings vanish. 

Life really is more beautiful than you ever imagined.