Cancer.
Carcinoma.
Unintentional cellular suic*de.
All just different ways to say
I'm dying.

They say we fought a battle.
They say we died valiantly.
And once "they" stop talking,
I'd tell them it's more like
we were drafted into a room
where we were forced to put
guns against our heads
and play Russian Roulette
while doctors say
THESE ARE YOUR ODDS.
BEAT THEM.
We learn it's harder
to shoot a gun
while doctors play darts
on our arms.
We learn there's no such thing
as an
empty gun.

Sometimes I feel like I'd have
a better chance surviving
a car crash.
And I cry with my mom
because we both know she'll
survive the backlash.

Now I know you'll have no reason to.
I'll be another
name on a list
another
body, six feet under.

But of all the things about me,
my name is what I hope you remember the least.
But if that's what tethers you
to my memory,
promise me

you'll say my name

and remember.

Have you ever had a song repeat?
And turn you a certin way?
For in passing I see
Now that Mayer maybe
When he said
"Would you say what you need to say?"

Such is a necessity

I cannot stop myself
Of believing what
Your lips said.

You cannot stop
Your lips
Of saying lies to me.

No I don't have to lie ,
May be I do but it's all clear in my eyes ,
No bag full of passion is clinging behind,

No I don't have to lie,
We might talk or not but the secrecy of our needs we'll hide,
Right?

No I don't have to lie ,
Don't worry I won't write books about what you've done  & doing side by side ,
First define your dreams ; what you need so that you won't break someone's feeling for the next time ,

No I don't have to lie ,
Sparks we had the sweetest envy we shared but we dried ,
Thousands of words are tinted dull ; now it's a half bareland of trust and needy appetite.

No I don't have to lie,
No I don't have to lie.