You promised it would be ok
you swore it wouldn't hurt you
you said just this once
but here i am
looking down at you
in a coffin..
a tear rolls down my cheek
you said it made you feel good
inside
your sitting in that coffin
the color washed out of your face
it no longer glows
your hair is dull
it no longer shines
really skinny and scary
it's sad
you don't look ok to me
