I don't feel free
I don't feel like me
How could it be

I want to die
I want to fly
I'm that guy

A funeral of no tears
Not even from my peers
Just snide remarks and leers

There were too few
To fill one pew
And I didn't see you

I'm not worth it
Just someone upon you spit
It feels like my hearts been bit

So whether heaven or hell
I'll wish you well
Afterall, my death was under your spell