Life goas quick,
Death comes quicker.
By the time I open up to page one,
I'm in twelfth grade getting my diploma.
Another second passes by and I'm burying my mother.
My wife walks into the room.
One day passes on this speeding line,
Years of my life fly by.
Wife's in the grave; kids forgot me.
All I can do is wait.
Wait for death to come quicker.
Life is a straight line,