Gone

Smoke made my lungs weak, Smith told, "You have only a week" You know, I need you now You told no, in my last breathe! Alcohol made my liver damage, Arthur told, "You shouldn't have rage" You know, I want you now You told no, in my last times! You made my life brightful You told, "You are my life and soul" You know, I'm seeking you You told no, and gone so soon Death is uncertain Dear, why left me alive! Cancer, she is mine Why you, got her soon!