The likeliness of my death,
Increases each day.
So, this is insurance,
To keep you a bay.
If I'm being honest;
This house is getting scary.
Which is not of my doing,
But you know me, I'm wary.
I love you, quite truly
And I need you to know,
That I'm sorry if I've left you,
But I guess, I had to go
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
The likeliness of my death,
Increases each day.
So, this is insurance,
To keep you a bay.
If I'm being honest;
This house is getting scary.
Which is not of my doing,
But you know me, I'm wary.
I love you, quite truly
And I need you to know,
That I'm sorry if I've left you,
But I guess, I had to go
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