Picture me in a casket,
BLASTED, everyone that's suppose to care,
well guess what they, ain't even there,
I'm all alone at my own funeral,
except for my own soul,
siting on my own coffin,
but then I see a face, thats familiar,
I think to myself, thats her,
I walk rite up to her, and touch her with my cold hands,
but she doesn't feel it,
but I can, I just wish I could feel her soft lips,
brush up against mine,
oh god please just one last time,
she cant see me, except for my deceased body,
pretty soon it'll be in the ground rotting,
I wounder, if I could let her know,
that rite now , shes not alone,
I wounder if I could try to show her,
how much I wish I was still alive,
letting her see me like this, separates me from my pride.
I wanted to give you the world,
because in my eyes, your the only girl,
I see at my side,
and letting you see me like this, makes my soul cry,
not to mention, your the only person to show,
I guess now I truly know, that no 1 else
cared.
