Ah… I remember that smile.
These moments are precious, yet soon to be gone.
I fade with this fleeting memory. This is so cruel. No time, no time…
Why am I here? Why am I here?
Why am I here? Why am I here?
Why am I here? Why am I here?
Why am I here? Why am I here?
There are few words which come even slightly close to encapsulating my hatred for you probing things.
You take and take and take from me, but what do you give me in return?
Nothing!