Every night death knocks at my door
I say come in & stare blankly at the floor
He looks at me & say how was your day
I teel him it doesn't matter i'm going to die either way
He says cheer up it's not that bad
I luagh & say it's an experience you've already had
i'm not ready for the other side
I would rather stay in my room & hide
It scares me alot to think about death
How it would feel to not take your last breathe
If i die how many poeples feelings would be hurt
While i'm lying under 6 feet of dirt
Does anyone trully care about me
I don't know i guess in time we'll trully see
My time is strating to bend
While my hour glass is slowly comming to an end.