Texty: FlyLeaf. Tina.

Tina's eyes are clear chrysolite

How can we not notice her

Now they only stare at her burns

Her small voice so full of honesty



Take care of my loves

I can't hold on

Keep me alive while I die



They can't not notice her sickness

Like their own dung sprayed with perfume

They try not to hear her speaking

But they can't hear anything else



Take care of my loves

I can't hold on

Keep me alive while I die



I missed my chance

Send one more

I'm not wasting this

I missed my chance

Send one more chance

I'm not wasting this one more chance