I miss the days more than my youth when you'd come
meet me where I stand, where I am, where I've been.
I'll try to teach my kids to grin even when I'm ill and face my end.
I know you feel the way I feel,
although every tongue that's split has its own sick way to convince
I try to teach my kids to grin even when I'm ill and face my end.
Even when I'm ill, even when I am ill.