Is this how it ends?

Do you know what it's like?
To feel damaged, to lose the endless fight?
Do you think you can relate?
In being forced to find peace, to find faith?

Your pale hand strokes my hair.
I still feel alone, like you're never there.
Your breath on my skin is icecold.
Still I can't resist the urge to be hold.

Do you want to know what it's like?
When everything is wrong, nothing is ever right?
Do you want to be able to relate?
Catch me, before I hit the pavement, before it's too late.