I have this thought, it never leaves my head
I imagine I'm better off gone just a memory, dead
You see, the afterlife is maybe unknown but I am sure
So sure that the pain of this life will end the greatest cure
Than you have the ones that would suffer and relive your pain
Double edged sword, everyone pays the same
Selfish they all say, but I am living for you
I'm miserable and beyond help there's nothing anyone can do
Sure future smiles and laughs I would definitely miss
But look around you, violence, hate, greed, all of this
I am good and I mean even better
But just like a bird that flies gracefully and loses a feather
The bird can fly and carry on a peaceful life indeed
I'm just the falling feather waiting to land, imbed and seed
There's more beyond this life of misery and pain of decaying
When your finally gone and here you'll know what I am saying