The way you sing it. It feels so pure and sweet yet sad and dim. Your lullaby that can make me stop and say "do it again" and you sing for me, like every other normal day, you would repeat it over and over and over again. Like a broken record waiting for its repair. your melody so full of emotion, like it's hidden beneath a words of guise. I have gotten so used to your singing and never noticed you got tired of me pleading. And today I asked you to sing me a lullaby, but you said no and kissed goodbye.