The cold hard truth,
He comes in with the file in hand
A cold hard serious face, with no compation in the eyes
He looks you straight in the face, says you have a tumor on the back of your head
Telling you, "You have weeks to live."
With a cold no compation anywhere in his voice
His eyes out as blank as rock
Just sitting there in the cold room trying to process what you just heard
All these things rushing through your head
"What is going to happen to my family?"
Will I be missed?''
''I dont know who to call?''
What to do?"
Than you stop Saying its just the Cold Hard Truth Of Life
Just Cancer Sucks Big TIme
