Things ain't looking too straight.

They only feel you when it's
Too late.
Please keep that same energy when
My wrists leak that
Cruel lake.

They'll be swimming in regret
Next to the crocodile--

Tears.

They not gonna feel me with their
Heart,
Nor will they listen with their
Ears.
They gonna drown me in their
Fears.

The very memory of me.

The way my brow dripped with
Hurt.
The way my eyes lacked a gleam.

Don't ask me what this means,
Because the average friend could
See.
That where's there's sorrow,
There's no tomorrow.
So death just had its way with
Me.