I imagine the lights as the last few things I see before I die
The twinkle in my eyes, shut
And there isn't anymore blood
There aren't anymore cuts
Or broken designer luck
Or time to make up for what you've done
Might as well do it now
Because if it keeps going like this,
I am not going to make it
I'll do it on stage
Where all the lights are turned to me
And I cannot be unseen
I'll do it while I sing
My favorite tune or lullaby
My voice will send chills down their spines
I'll be singing my last goodbye
And going out like real performers do
The big finale follows me to my bedroom
It'll happen slow so you can watch
So you can see me grow distant from it all
So you can feel my loss
I bet you'd never thought it'd happen now
That there must have been more room for me to stay
That would mean you have been blind to me dying
Every single day
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
I imagine the lights as the last few things I see before I die
The twinkle in my eyes, shut
And there isn't anymore blood
There aren't anymore cuts
Or broken designer luck
Or time to make up for what you've done
Might as well do it now
Because if it keeps going like this,
I am not going to make it
I'll do it on stage
Where all the lights are turned to me
And I cannot be unseen
I'll do it while I sing
My favorite tune or lullaby
My voice will send chills down their spines
I'll be singing my last goodbye
And going out like real performers do
The big finale follows me to my bedroom
It'll happen slow so you can watch
So you can see me grow distant from it all
So you can feel my loss
I bet you'd never thought it'd happen now
That there must have been more room for me to stay
That would mean you have been blind to me dying
Every single day
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