The day they uncovered the painting.

oh, that day I woke up hearing noises

and somehow I knew that this was it

and oh, as I jumped out of the bed

I thought, "you stupid fool child, you'll have to live with this."

and oh, is this how it is?

today you'll go under

I thought that I was alright

with dearest mother nature's biz

and so, they started to pray

after the guy said you were gone

hell, I knew we won't live forever

but this shit still hurts like hell

and oh, who knows if you were in pain?

I held your hand for the last time

as I tried to shut your glassy half open eye

and so, it was oh too late

for a short game of catch ball

you'd always ask

but I'd push you away

would you be watching over?

would your sense of self be anywhere?

or it's just your body going under?

how I'd like to hear your jokes again

since I was so full of shit

I gambled with time, there is always tomorrow

but I was so hypocrite and weak

and I realized but it was too late

I think your room smelled of lavender

or some minty peaceful scent

they dragged me out

those men, those fucking men

they didn't know I haven't seen you in months

their idea of a proper goodbye

was just a kiss on the forehead

and that was it