I don't know what to do if no better times are coming
Every day I give up little more.
Just my friends hold me here. They give me roots I never would have grown myself.
So I thank all of my friends.
Last days I think a lot of how's about just cut them.
If that's what life just want to give me... Pain and more pain.
I am confused.
My family does not recognize. I wear my mask and they are calmed.
Why not. But why?
Don't worry my friends. I may stay a little longer.
Hope dies last.