When we die our blood stops,
And our skin gets white and cold,
Our lips get chapt, pale, and thirsty,
Some people die of great disease some of getting old,
But when i die it be of you,
Killing me inside,
My hate for you can't be controled,
But yet stays hurting in my mind,
When i die I'll be reborn but better than just brand new,
You'll see me in different form,
Much stronger than you,
And when i die my blood turns black,
My skin stays warm and soft,
My lips are smooth and they are still no water will i need back,
And I'll watch you closly eyed,
See you make mistakes,
And you will see before you die,
Is your lies and all your fate,
