Glorp’s Demise

I sat on my thoughts for hours, thinking of words to say
Though you won't be responsive
I'll sit at the end of your bed, holding your cold hand
Hoping you can grasp a word, but I knew you wouldn't

And I just want to talk
About everything we used to do
And I'd like to pretend
That you're still right there, but I know you ran out of time
And I'd like to pretend
That you're still right there, but I saw your eyes fade grey
And I want a conversation with you
But I just don't know how much you could comprehend

But I have one last thing
One last thing to say
Before you took your last breath
I loved every second

THIS IS IT, BITCH!