This is the end, how wicked it has been,
Quick, write the final note with paper and pen.
Say goodbye, for the end is so near,
Tell them there is no need to break a tear.
"Dear family, this is the wicked end,
You've never been there, no one to be a friend.
No one to lend an ear when I needed you most,
No one bragged about me, not a single boast.
No one really seemed to care, now that I look back,
I must say for 'family' love lacked.
Can't say I love you, unless you want me to lie,
So at my funeral, don't even bother to cry."
Now, sign the note, don't forget to dot the 'i'
Put the paper on your bed, and prepare to die.
Get out that rope, you've been thinking of so long,
Flip on that CD player to your favorite song.
Now get on the chair, and take your last breath.
Kick over the chair, and "wa la death!"
Moments later the note is found by all,
They admitted they were never there when I'd fall.
The end might be wicked, but now I'm free,
I'm finally happy, so don't cry for me.
~*Who Cares?*~
Title Inspiration-Avenged Sevenfold, The Wicked End.
