Enter the saddened girl
her family’s waiting.
Her mother lies in bed.
She opens her eyes.
This is the last time to speak.
It is the last time to see.
The final moment’s closing in...
the tragedy begins.

Forever (and ever)
her life will be different.

When I think about
everything she’s lost,
there’s no way you could understand it
unless you’ve lost
everything she’s lost.
What the fuck is she going to do now?

So alone, or so it seems.
No consolation.
The final words she won't forget
and I hope she remembers
that where her mother is going now
the pain cannot follow,
and the suffering's withdrawn
so she can move on.