When I am dead my dearest please don't show up to my grave,
knowing that I have lived a life full of misbehave.
Don't cry tears of joy but let them flow tears of hate living life trapped so I'm happy I escaped.
You were the dead tree in the backyard that I punched when I was mad, then I grew up and began to punch dad.
I don't give a **** if you will ever remember me, but I want you to know that I strangled myself with your rosery.
My life was a pit so it was constantly full of darkness,
so all I knew was to be obnoxious and heartless.
I never listened but heard your voice when I cried myself to sleep,
and I never talked to him in the sky because the stranger never speaked.
So I hope you haply remember this when you wake up in cold sweats, because your face I will haply forget, now that I know my soul is haply at rest.
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 6:46 PM UTC
When I am dead my dearest please don't show up to my grave,
knowing that I have lived a life full of misbehave.
Don't cry tears of joy but let them flow tears of hate living life trapped so I'm happy I escaped.
You were the dead tree in the backyard that I punched when I was mad, then I grew up and began to punch dad.
I don't give a **** if you will ever remember me, but I want you to know that I strangled myself with your rosery.
My life was a pit so it was constantly full of darkness,
so all I knew was to be obnoxious and heartless.
I never listened but heard your voice when I cried myself to sleep,
and I never talked to him in the sky because the stranger never speaked.
So I hope you haply remember this when you wake up in cold sweats, because your face I will haply forget, now that I know my soul is haply at rest.
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