When i leave (which i will) are you gonna miss me? now?
then? still?

Will you wipe the tears from my eyes and whisper softly, you
dont have to die?

that this life is all but pain, will you help me learn to
live again?

When i say thats it im done, will you be the light? my
guiding sun?

when i punch, scream and kick and let you know im dieing? im
sick

will you help me through the pain? and help me keep this
life? sustain?

I never told anyone what the doctors said, your going to die
upon this bed.

You have five years, at the most, lets hope that soon your
soul finds another host...