The sinking feeling grows inside.
I wonder what it will feel like to die.
Will there be pain, or will it feel the same?

The same as it feels to fall into a dreamless sleep?
Will the simple taking of a life
Be by a knife.
Or will it be in the dead of the night?

Will it go by fast or slow,
While I breath my last breath?
Will I regret not living a life properly,
Or will I smile till my heart stops beating?

Will there be someone by my side or,
Will I be alone when I die?
Would anyone cry?
Would there be anyone who couldn't live without me?

I'll sit and wonder till the day
I die, till the end of my time.