Put aside all those ideals and beliefs, be objective. Feels like, a mental break down, you’re on the verge, you’re the vessel receptor He’s so sad, (the) tears in the eyes, mirrors inside all his past. His limitations last It seems the kid has to die on his bed…
It’s unfair…well… No…
Sad, prejudice (and) labels will affect Don’t give it up so fast. But it’s like a clot blocking blood to the head.
Enough I swear! Feels like your, shelter is underneath your own demands. Enough I swear… My hope decreases as the waiting swells. Wouldn’t (It) be better if you listen?! Wouldn’t (It) be worst if you just ignored?! We won’t give up, don’t give it up yet…find hope…
Donate! You’re giving birth, a new start, a new tunica intima. Don’t! You deify, this cause revoked, the chance of helping elopes. Donate! “Self sacrifice” for (the) newborns; a new tunica intima. Don’t! The dead body is impure, the chance of helping elopes. We guess you’ve been missing a lot, a vessel receptor awaits. Someone dies, donator, or one more corpse in the morgue.
No transplant for no one! (Die!) No! Makes you wonder who’d listen to you.
I don’t want to feel so concerned Maybe I just want to be like you And it feels like a mental breakdown I’m on the verge and I’m not sure. Such hate should be lurked to move onwards.
Born to life! Born alight! I value life; I live it with full intensity, although in health I’m limited It doesn’t stop me, I’ll fight! I value life; I live it with full intensity… It doesn’t stop me, I’ll fight! Implicated in my everyday life… (Alive) I am.