don't worry bout me, as I pass away
your passion of sorrow, as I lay dead
is noted, not believable, but noted
as your heartfill tears, seem genuine
your left hand, wipes them away

looking up at you, I wish I could smile
seeing the guilt you must feel
wondering, if all you put me through
would it change if I was resurrected

but souls like you, are common
shallow beings, ******* off the love
the ones that trusted you, are discarded
like dust in the wind, you'll plant your
seed, cultivate the newbees, who have
no clue