Two hours ago it wasn't in thoughts
Two hours later I'm dead
Currently I'm caught in a crossfire
An hour ago it was premeditated
An hour later I'm bleeding
Tomorrow I'm laying in a morgue
Underneath a white sheet
Yesterday I was asleep
Dreaming of flying
Now I'm here
A week from today
My body is burning
Ashes being scattered
Last week I smelled the roses
And said someday