At four years old
And much too young...

She sits
Day after day...

As I sit,
On the cold gym floor...

We're laying here,
On the floor...

Dear mom and dad,
Here i lay, on my bed...

Why dont you let me die?
Why do you sit there and listen to me...

How do you know me?
How do you know I'm happy...

Here I lie with you,
Smiling and laughing...

"You leave me here,
While you know I am dieing...

"How do you know I am hurting, If you cannot...
To wear it on my body, tells what words cannot...

Here we are.
Our laughter and smiles can brighten the room...