I sit at your side
you get to the point you wanna cry
your in pain
you make me cry
we sit there for hours
waiting for the doctors to tell us whats wrong
days and days pass
no news

there lazy
we cant do anything though
you finally get let out
we jump in joy
excited he home in time for the party
the we get the bad news call from him
hes back....

you sit in the hospital crying
we jump in joy celebrating at the party
trying to have fun
we cant
we only think about you

we go visit you
show you pictures
all our eyes fill with tears
wondering when the torture will end
they don't do anything on weekends
there lazy
you get let out
your still in pain
they wont fix it
why?
Do they like torturing us?
I sit at your bedside
wanting to cry with you