My final disease chained my body to bed
It faded away quite unlike my head
My organs were destroyed by demons inside
I only could lose but was ready to fight
Most friends couldn't stand it and handle this shit
Unlike me they could break free from it (?)
I couldn't change anyone but I still had control
of what came to my mind and affected my soul
Didn't focus on those, I cherished the rest
Did not complain and cherished the past
I lay in the rain all sunny day long
At the eleventh hour I tried to stay strong,
unimpressed I said before I started to drown
Do come, sundown.
