Face It

some people are born to be strong, physically or spiritually
im strong, can be tough
yet, sometimes, im weak, weaker than anyone else in certain points

im not an anxious person
im serious to something or someone i care

we used to take care of him
we used to talk and cry when he is sick

i try to be tough after you're gone
in every way

im not afraid when im sick
im not afriad about my life, career, the world
but im afriad seeing him getting sick and in pain

seeing him in pain or feel bad
it makes my heartbroken
i try to avoid everything that may possibly lead to this feeling
finally i cant escape from it

i feel all alone
after you're gone
seem only me take care of him
sis not often arround, cant depend on pa

sometimes i think because you're afraid to face him die so you leave us first

stupid me know i gotta face it from the very first day he came to our home
he'll leave us, leave me one day

i should have the preparation (the previously false diagnose
and now here we are (again)
i have to force myself to face it every single day