Curtains closed
Windows drawn
Hope dispelled
Life withdrawn
So cold alone
Winter days
Summer rays
Don't make it through
Ten months in
Since life began
To fade away
All I want to hear
Is that you're getting better
But every week you're just the same
You're just the same
Now I hear you're getting
Worse
Why can't I trade my health for yours?
And give you all the life you've lost
Please come through, I need you to
What's the point
In using words?
Words that cannot begin
To bring you home
And hear you moan about the little things
The little things they used to seem so big
They used to seem so meaningful
Used to seem so meaningful
And all I want to hear
Is that you're getting better
But every week you're just the same
You're just the same
Now I hear you're getting
Worse
Why can't I trade my health for yours?
And give you all the life you've lost
Please pull through, I need you to
Please pull through, I need you to
I need to finish loving
You
So please pull through, I need you to