i will fall down from my feetnand i will beat the ground and look up at the skyni will sit alone and thingnand i will keep on asking why? why? why?nnand when my mouth is getting dry, i will drinknand when i have to let it out, i will singnjust like i've always donennand so i'll keep on waking up when the sun comes innwish that we could stay in bed all daynbut there's too much to be done before the sun goes downnand makes it hard to see why i showered, dressed, and atennand when i'm done with being awake, i will sleepnand when my lover has to leave, i will weepnjust like i've always donennand i'll try growing old with gracencherish every single wrinkle on my facen'cause that's something you can't fakenand i'll be proud that i've survived so many daysnnand when i'm done with all my work, i will restnand when i'm done with being alive, i'll be deadnjust like i've always done.