She’s running out of time and out of breath,
and the memories are starting to leave her.
She says that these things were all she had left,
and she doesn’t want to see people prematurely start to grieve her.
Just give me one more day,
I won’t wish it away.
Every night I’ll pray
that she’ll find the will to stay.
If you’ve never loved you’ve never lost,
those angels from above; they come with a cost.
She’s got all types of artificial life running through her veins,
and yet with all that help she’s still feeling pain.
Just give me one more day,
I won’t wish it away.
When one side starts to sway,
I won’t beg her to stay.
Well now nearing the end of the race,
there’s some decisions one has to face.
I’ll take any comfort to keep heart warm
even if it’s just signing a form,
to give her one last choice,
I hear confirmation in her voice.
And within merely hours,
the tears pour out like showers.
Wasting away, and still I want to say
“please just stay.”
“It’s only May.”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep this feeling at bay.”
“Please just stay.”