What is it that you
Have been sipping
That has got you tripping and
Praying good riddance
To your lovely presence?
I'm hoping you hear me
Because you've been scary,
And we are all fearing

That you're gonna ruin the one
Thing that's present.

Life is a present
And gifts are not chosen,
So I'm hoping and praying
That this gift ain't stolen.

A theif is commended by all other
Thieves.
I'm hoping your casket don't
Fall with the leaves.
Fresh air is a gift, but it's
So hard to breathe.
Can't give you the gift and the freedom
To flee.

You belong in a happier hell than
They'll send you.
You don't wanna go on, but we make
You pretend to.
I see that it's hard and puts strain on
Your mental,
But think on the bright side, you've
Survived what you went through.