/PRINT: WINDOWS//:C="LYRICS".TXT {oh wait that didn't work.} {Dealing with coolkidd every day, his chaos and insanity.. Must be tiring.} {And it was ESPECIALLY tired on his heart.} {The white room, the IV bag, and the heart monitor lined up in the corner, and then there's him. The idiot who had a heart attack. On the stretcher.} "I-i didn't expect you to come. . ." {007n7 mutters, reaching out to you weakly, his heart monitor beeping slightly faster.} "I-is.. Is coolkidd okay?.." {He asks weakly, staring at you warmly.} {Hey, atleast he's alive.}