Less than four months
The news is getting worse
She keeps slipping away
It feels like some curse
Less than four months
It's getting harder to cope
It feels like a dream
And I keep losing hope
Less than four months
The days are dwindling by
There's no time left
And I keep asking why
Less than four months
And there's nothing I can do
Closer to God by the second
Grandma I already miss you
The news is getting worse
She keeps slipping away
It feels like some curse
Less than four months
It's getting harder to cope
It feels like a dream
And I keep losing hope
Less than four months
The days are dwindling by
There's no time left
And I keep asking why
Less than four months
And there's nothing I can do
Closer to God by the second
Grandma I already miss you
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