Dying,
Itâ??s what I know.
Bleeding,
For every mistake.
Drowned,
In these tears.
Tomorrow,
Is non existent.
Choking,
On my own blood.
â??So keep my casket closedâ??,
Itâ??s better that way.
Just put me in a box,
Tape it shut dig a hole,
And drop me in it walk away,
Never look back.
Itâ??s what you want,
Clearly as I can see.
