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.