I ask,
Why me?

When I see the old man,
sitting by my side.

An old man with a notebook,
listening to my monologue.

Saying,
that I am the one who's wrong,
for complaining about life.

But he doesn’t know
what it means to live in my skin,
to be the echo of a scream
no one wants to hear.

And I care,
because I’ve always
been the one who's wrong.

"If I die, I want to be a poet, not a soldier."

"Who said it was a sin to love too much?"

I have a remedy,
an infusion,
a passion.

It will ease what troubles you—
your worries,
your pains.

Follow the advice
you’d give a friend.
You might stumble,
but you’ll feel whole again.

Feel with your soul,
think like a genius.

And above all,
hold on to your values,
never stop being you.

"I have left you in peace,
not because I didn't love you,
but because you weren't the best for me.
Love can't conquer all,
but mine does—for me."

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

Rest,
rest now.

Snuggle close to me,
I will be the one
to take care of you.

Let that mind slow down,
let the thoughts fade,
wrap yourself in calm.

Fall into my arms,
I'll hold you tight,
and give you gentle caresses,
like mom and dad.

I'll whisper that story,
filled with hope and love,
of our future.

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.

Relax your body,
relax your soul,
and let your spirit rest.

Fall into the deepest
of dreams,
tomorrow will be
a beautiful day.

With butterflies,
flowers, and meadows.

The sun will rise again,
and life will smile once more.

Sleep, sleep, my love,
everything's alright, I'm here with you.