As i lay these flowers
On my death bed
I go over the lines
I have not yet read
Heaven or hell
Is where I shall go
And these last few days
Many do not know
I've been planning death
my death has been planned
My light will soon  fade
As blood drip down my hand
I'm sorry to say
That I must leave
Do not beg
And  please do not plead
For my return
Because we all know
Today is the day
That I must go.