When your heart stops and there's so little to do...
When your eyes close and your final breath escapes
And I can do only so much to keep it contained.
No one understands the panic of the thought,
If by any chance you were to disappear
Or end yourself upon death's rusty scythe...
No one grasps the pure terror within these veins of mine,
No one can fathom the bond you and I have,
For at the end of the day they return to their lives,
And I to mine, watchfully standing by your side.
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