Did anyone notice? Would anyone cry? Those are the questions as i lay down to die.
The knife slowly cutting the blood flowing out the tears start their pooling as I silently shout All of the hopes and all of the dreams seem to leak out as the blood slowly streams
The room starts to spin and begins to turn black the sure sign of knowing I'm not coming back
And so here I lay, on a borrowed makeshift bed. Sorry doesn't matter once you are dead
I'm sorry for weakness and not being enough please bury me and all of my stuff.
