like tears in the rain

What would you do on the last day you live?

Would you still do the same shit you did?
Smile at your people, pretend you're okay,
Serving the dead-end job that takes your soul away.

What would you eat on the last day you live?
Plain bread, condensed milk, and cigarettes to give?
What would you smell on the last day you live?
The old shirt of the lover you've tried to forgive.
Oh baby, your heart still belongs to his,
Even when you're forgotten,
Your love still belongs to his.

And who would you call on the last day you live?
Is it your mother, father, or the siblings you’ve hid?
Or your secret lover, the one who left you behind,
Just hearing his voice, you'd be satisfied.

Since when did I become indifferent,
With all the mayhem I’ve sent?
The uncontrollable and insane,
The vicious, the evil, I can’t escape.
Being alive, breathing in pain,
Being alive, cursing our names.

Or would you try to live for just one moment,
Breathe in the air, feel the night’s gentle omen?
Share a cigarette with strangers with no shame,
Someone to listen, not to judge or blame.
To speak the raw, honest truths—
Of monstrous desires, weaknesses, and abandoned nights too.
To hear the cliché that everything will be alright,
That you'll be fine by the end of the night.
To say those moments will be lost in time,
Like tears,
In the rain.

My existence,
My dear,
Is like tears,
In the rain.