No one's going to ask you about last night,
about how it was when they left,
about the tears you let shed because of that.
No one really cares or worries,
you're still alive, you're still breathing,
you wake up in the morning,
to say hello, to talk a lot, to love much more.
No one really needs you the same way,
not dying nor sick enough,
on the hospital bed as you breathe in despair,
to say goodbye, to shut your eyes.
No one's afraid- as petrified as you are of yourself.
Why do you still wake up for them, ri?
-riri-
about how it was when they left,
about the tears you let shed because of that.
No one really cares or worries,
you're still alive, you're still breathing,
you wake up in the morning,
to say hello, to talk a lot, to love much more.
No one really needs you the same way,
not dying nor sick enough,
on the hospital bed as you breathe in despair,
to say goodbye, to shut your eyes.
No one's afraid- as petrified as you are of yourself.
Why do you still wake up for them, ri?
-riri-
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