Sometimes I see the world as a deception. A complete lie.
They tell you M's fine, when it's growing inside her, the cancer. The world is lying.
C smiles. Changes the floor of her house. Then leaves that house. To herself, she's lying.
C finds another house. Finds new people. Then in the crowds, she feels alone. To the new people she's lying.
A smiles and prays for her, tells her she's beautiful. He loses his faith in himself, his life and buries everything inside with a smile on that face. He's lying.
S's been dead for six years now. Six years.
Looking at his sister breaks me into pieces.
Every time I lose more than I can fix.
The cancer is back inside M.
This is probably why I never wanted to live. Every day is about defending why not-to-die.
|Don't try to wake me up in the morning, 'cause I'll be gone.|
Don't feel bad for me, I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart, I will feel so glad to go.