When the darkest hour is at dawn. I won't be there.
When it's my funeral day. You're not invited.
When I catch up with my grave. I'm not letting it go, cause you have already.
And we're not side by side cause its very silent and my voice is echoing.
As I look at the sky, you're looking down on me. How habitual of you.
I wish I was fool, yet you were the fool.

Yet my grave caught up with me, and you still haven't.
Thank for wasting my time