So let it be.

We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.

The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places.
No time for farewells, no chances for goodbyes.
No explanations, no f*ing reasons why.
If you're f*ing desperate, I'll bring anyone to you.
Your tears/sweettalks don't worth anything here.
I'll just smile the day you lost it all.
But on the day itself, I'll lose you too.
But it's alright. Because he'll take a part of you.
FOREVER.

I guess this is the desperate season for you.
And I won't even try to save you from yourself.