They knocked three times, I think that must mean something.

A girl lies in that hospital bed,
The only thing keeping her alive is that IV.
Thoughts of phantasm and piquancy go through her mother’s head,
“It can only be the worst for me.”

“She’s all I have”, her mother said,
“Well, I’d be better off dead.”
They say a coma’s a terrible thing; your mind is in quite a state.
You’re unconscious in a slumber you may never awake.

The doctors say there’s still a chance, but hoping was never their strong suit.
[You’ll never regain this time you’ve lost; it’s forever gone away.]
The other driver’s dead, not that there’s any reason to sue.
[Throw back the bottle, you’ve hit rock bottom; so come what may.]

The hands on your clock are moving at record speed,
And you’re increasingly hitting an all time low.
They’ve stopped praying, and they can’t afford what you need,
There are far too many debts they already owe.

So slip away, my friend; you’ll find the right end,
In time, those broken hearts will mend.
You’re at peace now; a smile playing on those lips,
You always fought to keep a name no one could forget.