11 July 2012
My stomache's in knots, My hairs in knots too, Haven't even eaten in About a day or two.
Waiting, by the telephone, For the hospitals ring, Hoping you'll be coming home to Spend one more thanksgiving.
Knawing on my nails, Now there are none left, The couches all have claw marks, I'm completely out of breathe.
My voice is horse and bare, From eyes, tears flow and fall, I'm sitting, waiting, hoping for The hospital to call.
Then, the phone starts ringing. My stomache sinks and knots, I answer, listen, cry some more. For dead, you are not.
You're coming home on monday! My dear and lovely friend! I'm better now, i brush my hair, I can finally breathe again.
10. Breathe Again • Opuss № I