| Omens |
| Tonight would be the last night that we had our tea That bloody tea, which sent us into ecstasy Yesterday Mother complained, feeling dizzy, all in pain Mother's getting weaker, looking paler day by day As morning came, she could not make it out of bed And Grandma's spell was getting straight into her head Not a single word, she didn't seem to be alive Getting weaker, looking paler day by day Then Missy came in and she led me by the hand I didn't want to go, Oh but I should have known Mother was barely conscious, why should I care Just looking forward to the next ordeal ~ @ ~ I think I heard My sister begging me to stay She gave me the phone, so I could call someone for help I simply let go of her hand, then I cut the wire Missy was crying as I left them both behind And Mother's getting weaker, Missy shouted at My back "I hate You" |