Lyrics
I'm sorry Sir
I express regret, addressing someone with respect.
We haven't got a cure
There is no known remedy for the situation.
You might have a few weeks left
The individual may have a limited time remaining.
We're not quite sure,
Uncertainty surrounds the prognosis.
Just keep taking these pills,
Continuing with prescribed medication, despite adverse effects.
And they'll keep making you ill,
The medication's side effects contribute to worsening health.
Until we find out anymore.
Awaiting further information on the condition.
I wish that I could go out
Expressing a desire to provide tangible help.
And buy you new parts, so I can fix you,
Expressing the inability to repair or replace essential components.
But I know that I can't.
Acknowledging personal limitations in solving the problem.
I lie with my face up to the ceiling,
Lying down, contemplating existence.
And I'm wondering what's beyond,
Reflecting on the unknown aspects of life.
The family's all around us and you're barley hanging on,
Facing a challenging family situation with a tenuous connection.
So I whisper in your ear, I swear to god I'll make you proud,
Promising to honor the individual in their final moments.
I've got to do this on my own
Taking responsibility for personal growth and decisions.
I'm sorry Sir,
Reiterating the lack of a cure for the condition.
We still don't have a cure
Persisting in the quest for a solution.
I think spending all these nights in bars will somehow save my soul,
Seeking solace in nights spent at bars to heal inner turmoil.
Some days, just let the sadness in, oh,
Advising to allow sadness at times without surrendering.
Just don't see this as giving in.
Emphasizing the importance of resilience.
I wish that you could out and buy me new thoughts,
Expressing a desire for a mental overhaul to fix personal imperfections.
To fix my flaws,
Acknowledging the impossibility of external solutions.
But I know that you can't
I lie with my face up to the ceiling,
Repeating the reflective posture, pondering the unknown.
And I'm wondering what's beyond,
Revisiting contemplation of life's mysteries.
The family's all around us and you're barley hanging on,
Surrounded by family while facing a precarious situation.
So I whisper in your ear, I swear to god I'll make you proud,
Reaffirming the commitment to honor the individual's legacy.
I've got to do this on my own
Taking personal responsibility for the journey ahead.
Some days and some nights,
Highlighting the struggle during both day and night.
It gets the best of me,
Admitting vulnerability to life's challenges.
Some days and some nights,
Reiterating the universal nature of facing difficulties.
It gets the best of anyone.
I lie with my face up to the ceiling
Repeating the reflective posture, questioning existence.
And I'm wondering what's beyond,
Continuing to contemplate the mysteries of life.
The family's all around us,
Family support in the face of a precarious situation.
You were barely hanging on,
Acknowledging the tenuous hold on life.
So I whisper in your ear, I swear to god I'd make you proud,
Renewing the promise to honor and make proud.
I've got to do this on my own
Emphasizing the individual journey and responsibility.
And I'll try not to let you down
Committing to avoiding disappointment.
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