If I couldn't hold my stars up, tell me honestly, 

Would you still look at my washed-out night dearly? 

If I showed you the ripped pages of my fading life, 

Would you still read them with passion-filled eyes? 

If I got swept away by the darkness of my own sight, 

Would you still search for me with a desperate ignite?

 If one day, I forgot to feel the presence of my own soul, 

Would you still hold me tightly in your tethering whole? 

If I locked my tears away in the depths of the past, 

Would you still cry for me, even behind the smiling mask?

 If I failed to lay my insecurities down, despite trying miserably, 

Would you still keep declaring your love for me, ardently?

 If I, unknowingly, revealed all the secrets of my burning scars, 

Would you still spend your life with me and make it ours?