Whatever the future withholds.

I miss the times when you made the time.

Now everyting is a mess, clothing on the floor, posters on the wall.

I miss my lines when I knew the line.
Now whatever I say, I say just to make it easier to fall.

Scatter me and hold me within my darkest castle walls.

Let me know you'll be there when my kingdom falls.

Tell me, will it be fine?