Death knocks at your door
Saying It's time
As you clutches your life
With your broken and ****** hands
You don't feel ready
And you never will
Because you ran out of time
To find happiness
You look back
And see you never really
Tried
And now death will look at you
With pity in his eyes
But then he says again It's time
No goodbyes
No I love you one last time
And your last words were
*Why me?