to die alone in this lonley sorrow
dont wanna live until tomorrow
wana see what lies ahead
in my wooden coffin i call a bed
be put away for years to rot
at this cemetery in my plot
tomb stone over saying my name
just when i died and whence i came
wana leave this world that was gave
dont even want my name engraved
thrown to the side i wouldnt care
wana leave this world this isnt fare
life oh life who realy cares
death is my friend nd in his eyes i stare
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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