Leave them, Leave it, Watch out, Move in, Not enough, Close the door, Open up. You will die You will not cross their minds They will spit on your grave Few will visit with flowers Few will drop their tears Down on the mudd that emerged with your remains. I blacked out when I was born. My eyes were black My future is black It is dull It is foolish to think It will ever get better Mood swings, I take it all out on myself Nobody will ever understand but myself. And they will still be blinded by Plans and traditions and so and so.
Pretend I am dead Although, I feel dead They still see me, Hug me, Kiss me.
I go look in the mirror to Make sure it is all real.