"How quaint, leaving us so soon poor saint? What's there left for you beyond your deathbed? Even at this rate, you won't go out easily. Wondering, why you're still breathing? I couldn't bear to see you fade this way!" /lyr
"How quaint, leaving us so soon poor saint? What's there left for you beyond your deathbed? Even at this rate, you won't go out easily. Wondering, why you're still breathing? I couldn't bear to see you fade this way!" /lyr