When I was so small
Somebody told me that the angels don't read thoughts

When I died,
And as I was about to share my last Goodbye with the world
My angel showed up to me
Or you know...
the one that was sent to me as a protector of my soul

Everyone was there for me
They couldn't accept that I was already gone
Some of them were crying for me
Some of them were screaming for me
Some of them were yelling at the doctors,
They wanted to see my dead body once more
Just for making sure I was gone
Some of them really believed that it was there fault!

'How wrong!'

But they weren't alone
Me, on the other side...
I was on my own
from now on!
I had my protector
who was willing to carry my soul.
But I was still alone,
without them all.

I was alone in this life too.
Although I had all those people
Feeling for me, caring for me...