I got placed in a casket, ready to be buried.
I wanted to live a happy life, but it got miscarried.
With people crying for me to wake up, and I am not even trying.
And now they are saying their parting words to me, I am not even replying.
Isn't it ironic, seeing people cry for me.
Saying I was a good person, why are they even lying for me?
They didn't like me one bit.
But now its like they always cared, are they out of their wit?
Seeing all these people that I thought I will never see again.
Maybe it isn't that bad.
Hearing them saying their parting words and ending it with amen.
But still I am a little mad.
Leaving me, when I needed them, never to be helped again.
I was alone fighting this world, surviving was the only move in this game.
And now listening to the words that they say, it's getting harder to stay.
Maybe I can leave now, this little world.
And see the things in a bigger picture, by god's way.
Now, I'm saying my final goodbye.
And I got all my replies.
We always stay still in our life.
And time always flies by.
