When the time comes For my grave, my stone. Engrave what you want, How you loved me. How I was too young. How we spent so much time together. It doesn't matter how much of it is *******. I'll never see it.
Who can hear a tree fall in the forest? Whats another slice in a ****** mess? Another pill to ease the pain? Another tear in the rain? The answer to all of these is the same. A single step, a step closer to the ledge. A cliff, a window, a roof, a noose... These questions are deadly.
If you start asking what's the name in easing the pain one more time, you will never stop. It's always one more.