the apocalypse is coming! you're reading my... JOURNAL!
This makes me cry...
I asked god for a flower, he gave me a bouqet. I asked god for a minute, he gave me a day. I asked god for true love, he gave that too. I asked for an angel, he gave me you. But the bouqet is dying, and the given day is gone, the true love is fading, and my angel passed on.