My baby she left me, my baby she's gone. My sweet little angel has spread her wings and flown. Can't think of a reason for going on. From this day I will play the blues.

They say a broken heart can always mend. Time is the healer and sadness will end. But I've done so much crying, when will I laugh again? Till that day I will play the blues.

Since the day I left you I hear your voice in every sound Since the day I left you I see your face in every crowd It won't go away...

Now that you're gone And you have left me I had to learn I had to learn how much it hurts To play those vicious games.

Выбраться куда? Думаешь, расправишь крылья и отправишься летать с другими ангелами? Нет никакого «после», есть только «сейчас»!

— Доктор Грегори Хаус