"I give up on you" . . . That day, he gave up on death...
And... He stopped bleeding. After all, No one cared.
"I am sorry, I didn't make it in time." "How are you?" It rained, Drenching him, and the flowers he brought, Perhaps she cried, from above.
"But I don't want to go." "Her story isn't finished.." "She has to sleep, son, it's late" "Let's go now." Graveyard closes at seven.