Do you hear me crying
In the room right next to you
This illness is slowly killing me
And I can see my tomb
Do you hear me praying
That they will find a cure
That things will all get better
And I will hurt no more
Do you hear me talking
To someone you can't see
About how this is one big joke
And my body isn't killing me
Do you hear me begging
For one last chance at life
For one final day to go back
And make everything alright
Do you hear me dying
As a gasp for one last breath
The way I struggled endlessly
The last movement of my chest
Do you hear me crying
In the room right next to you
This illness is slowly killing me
And I can see my tomb
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