Mother, why is it   That all the things we were brought up to cherish   Are the very same things we eventually work to destroy?      Without doing away with   This increasingly senseless collage of reality,   I will be left with nothing to hold on to   Even if I were to keep holding on to your hand…      Be my last… be my last…   Be my last… be my last…   I beg of you, you have to be my last…      Friends without faces encouraged me to give it my best   We really did our best, didn't we?   Though falling into this love was a mistake,   What we had was not a mistake at all      My hands aren't able to hold on to you   How far are we dreaming?      With my hands… with my hands…   With my hands… with my hands…   You have to be my last      Rather than waiting to be with you one day,   I would prefer to be with you for an hour tonight      My hands no longer hold on to anything   Who is this person staring back at me, believing she has grown up?      Be my last… be my last…   Be my last… be my last…   Please, I am begging you to be my last…