On Life and Death

Leaves fall
Bodies decay
I wanna die
There's so much to say
So much pain
Plaguing my brain
And mental strain
Becoming immeasurable
To the growing urge to live the life of my dreams
And all my seem well
In my little mind
If Jesus came back
I'd surely be left behind
Because its always the small things
That matter most
I didn't say I loved you
Before you left and saw the bright lights
Its always the little things that matter most
Well here's a toast to my demise
Wise beyond my years
And full of fear
Things will get better

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