It's late At night
I don't feel alright
It's like he is here beside me
I don't know how that could be
I thought I had so long
I guess I was really wrong
With his skeleton hands
His Flaming head band
Hello death my old friend
You said you'd greet me at the end
Why so soon?
Was I such a goon?
I finally see your soulless eyes
You look at me with despise
I see how you eternally cry
When each soul must say good bye
Life was overrated
But death is poorly stated
I don't see a heaven
I don't see a hell
Might want to wish me well.
I see those who passed
Those who didn't last
Those for who I cared
Those who feelings i had shared
the last of the living
The last of the thinking
The last of the being
Because that's what we are
we are the last
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
It's late At night
I don't feel alright
It's like he is here beside me
I don't know how that could be
I thought I had so long
I guess I was really wrong
With his skeleton hands
His Flaming head band
Hello death my old friend
You said you'd greet me at the end
Why so soon?
Was I such a goon?
I finally see your soulless eyes
You look at me with despise
I see how you eternally cry
When each soul must say good bye
Life was overrated
But death is poorly stated
I don't see a heaven
I don't see a hell
Might want to wish me well.
I see those who passed
Those who didn't last
Those for who I cared
Those who feelings i had shared
the last of the living
The last of the thinking
The last of the being
Because that's what we are
we are the last
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