Like the rolling of the wheels of a bus or a car,
As fast as the shooting of a dying star...
It some times comes in packs, and other times it's just a stream...
My big sister is dead, this must be a dream.
Or maybe I'm trapped in a nightmare, maybe I'll wake up if I scream..
I met you once, but that was enough
to make me leave you, it was so tough...
I cried for months because I never had wanted to say goodbye,
I guess you made sure I didn't, by permanently closing your eyes.
Maybe it's been a month, a day, or a week...
but that tear just keeps rolling down my cheek.
