I'm laying on my bed.
Thinking about the things I've imbedded.
I'll remember the memories I've created.
Only to realize I'll soon be dead.

Life is short, nothing more.
I lived my life until my heart tore.
I am so tired and torn.
A forever rest from everything I've borne.

For my death, this is my eulogy.
For the people, this is my apology.
You don't have to worry now.
This is my forever vow.