15 days. 3 near-fatal sicknesses. 3 Heartbreaks.
What is this, Julius Caesar?
And knowing that her life is Hell doesnít make it any easier.
Iíve seen worse, Iíve lived through worse.
Thatís what the people say.
So Iíll put on my happy face and say itís all ok.
Itís not so easy being the only one whoís lived this.
Dadís sick. Grandpaís dieing. Other Grandpaís not far off.
And my sleep is interrupted by the quietest cough.
She said she loved me.
I thought so too.
She has a boyfriend. Iím gonna be black and blue.
This girl, sheís the one.
She has a boyfriend as well.
Iíll bet my lifeís what everyoneís laughing about in Hell.
One last try.
Thatís all I need.
And all those lies, to me she will feed.
And while Iím here,
Everyoneís lives still go on.
Thank God all my friends arenít long gone.