Waiting Rooms

Why do we lose the ones we love?
Why do we miss the last chance to say goodbye?
Some say it’s the circle of life, but I don’t know why
I don’t know why
Why do we have to face dead to see that life is confined
So this is what it feels like when my heart suddenly dies
we lose ourselves and the sense of life
forget our own identity
and lose sight of the ones we love
and forget to cherish the beloved
like on that day my daddy almost died
recycled air in the waiting room
of the hospital — I prayed for his life
and hoped he would get out alive
This can’t be the end.
This can’t be the end, I swear.
I never wanted to see him like this.
and I pretend to be allright,
and I pretend to be okay
I never wanted to see him like this
like on that day my daddy almost died