Past The End

I'm bleeding on the outside now
this could very well be the end
there's nothing you can do for me
it's good enough you were a friend.

I look over the edge and I
think I can almost see you cry
but I can't be too sure because
it's getting darker in the sky.

If I thought I could, I would
ask you not to leave me here alone
and touch you hard in a soft light
giving you parts of me unknown.

I just don't see the things
that other people claim to see
I'll close my eyes and count to ten
and when I open them
we should be past the end.