Sitting in that cold, dark room
Sitting in a sea of guilt
He is guilty for what he has to tell us
Its nearly always bad news
Sitting in that cold, dark room
Watching them poke needles in her skin
Seeing that strange coloured liquid running into her cold, battered veins
Feeling helpless, feeling despair
Sitting in that cold, dark room
Watching as she tries to be brave
Seeing her struggling to sit up, to eat
Struggling with the pain that is surging through
Sitting in that cold, dark room
Sitting in a sea of guilt
We have come for more bad news
But this time, she will be the only one who recovers
