Read this at my funeral
Because by the time I write this
I'll already be dead

Read this at my funeral
Because by the time I write this
My corpse will be a bright ****** red

I didn't ask for this happen
But you didn't seem to care
I tried to fight you to make you stop
I remember you tugging on my hair

The page is becoming hard to see
The paper is soaked with blood
I feel like I'm going to die soon
What will they tell my son?

Read this at my funeral
Because by the time I write this
I won't get to say goodbye

Read this at my funeral
Because by the time I write this
I will have already died

I remember watching you come to work
a mischevious look on your face
As you pulled out the gun
and called me a disgrace

I tried to take it from you
Even with adrenaline I failed
You shot me in the stomach
Now my breath's becoming stale

Read this at my funeral
Read this at my funeral
Read this at my funeral
Read this at my funeral
Read this at my funeral
Read this at my funeral
Read this at my funeral
I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough
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