While death itself is inevitable
To beg for it is a very frightful thing
To be put that situation is not probable
To have to feel the sting
I my self have asked for it many times since she left
I begged and begged for a pass at death
Every morning I asked why
Why was I saved I want to die
The way to a mans heart his true heart is trough his chest
And the way to stop it is a rope a best
When you jump don’t for get to take your last breath
And look at her picture before your death
O wait you for got the letter
O well she knows why this is better
She wanted me to be a fond memory
Now she can star at my obituary
