Write me an obituary
and come to my memorial,
so we can say goodbye,
to every piece of me,
that ever once,
was wonderful.
Kiss the cold cheeks,
of everything I used to be—
the ways I used to believe,
the things I used to see.
Then you can come,
and stand beside me,
as I cry these tears again,
for every dream inside of me,
that will never live again.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
Write me an obituary
and come to my memorial,
so we can say goodbye,
to every piece of me,
that ever once,
was wonderful.
Kiss the cold cheeks,
of everything I used to be—
the ways I used to believe,
the things I used to see.
Then you can come,
and stand beside me,
as I cry these tears again,
for every dream inside of me,
that will never live again.
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