One eye open
another shot,
Arms is hanging,
like a flop.
The things that you see,
aren't what it sees.
She is lonely
and disable,
to do what she should do

No one hugs her.
No one to squeeze.
No one to tell her,
that lives not over.
The teddy's just sitting there,
can't do a thing at all.
Terrified by what it sees.

Suicidal.
Ready to die.
The letters written.
The tears are all cried.
All she needs to do.
Is to make it true.
She should take the cores,
in her hands,
and tell God that she needs another chance.

Do you remember,
how I used to be?
have you forgotten,
what you used to see?
do you remember,
how jelly smelled?
have you forgotten,
how the grass felt?
Then you talked to me,
of lives sweet surrender?

From your teddy,
the one that you loved.
The last in this world,
that you ever hugged.
Your dear teddy bear.

This life this rain,
This life this pain...