The thing about death is it's final
Often there's no time for one more good-bye
There's no time to reconcile differences
It can be in the blink of an eye
Death is a thief, yes I said it
Breaking and entering each day
Taking all your prized possessions
No matter how hard you want them to stay
Death seems to come when you're happy
When you're living a life full of bliss
When you've finally got everything together
And think it can't get better than this
For some he gives hint that he's coming
He struts around and he boasts
But for others he's in and out quickly
That's when it hits you the most
I've met him a few times myself
And each time it seems to get worse
Death is a self proclaimed thief
Death is an unbreakable curse
