Between the swooshing
Of the respirator,
Between the beeping
Of those big machines,
Between my family
Sobbing, talking, sniffling.
What is a girl to do?

You lie there dying,
I sit here crying,
You lie there wheezing,
I sit here freezing.
So, what is a girl to do?

I talk to you,
There’s no response.
I talk some more,
Oh, there you are!
But still, what is a girl to do?

You open your eyes,
There’s fear you try to hide.
I’m scared too,
I don’t want to lose you.
So, what is a girl to do?

I kiss your forehead,
Brr, it’s cold.
Your temperature’s dropping.
Your heartbeat’s stopping.
What is a girl to do?