No, the doctors didn't tell you that you were dying

They just collected their money and sent you on your way

But you knew all along, went on pretending nothing was wrong

You said I will keep my focus until the end



And in the journal you kept by the side of your bed

You wrote nightly an aspiration of developing as an author

Confessing childhood secrets of dressing up in women's clothes



Will everyone you ever meet or love

Be just a relationship based on a false presumption?

Despite everyone you ever meet or ever love

In the end, will you be all alone?



As the disease spread slowly through your body

Pumped by your heart to the tips of your arms and your legs

Your greatest fear was that your mind wouldn't last

The coherency and alertness would be the first things to fade



As your hair thinned, as the weight fell off 

As your teeth blackened, as the lesions spotted your skin

As you fell to your knees in the center of the stage

As you offered witness to mortality in exchange for the ticket price

As the lights blended into the continuing noise

As all hope was finally lost

Adrenaline carried one last thought to fruition:



Let this be the end

Let this be the last song

Let this be the end

Let all be forgiven