Everyone's a tragedy when they're dead
Even if they find not so many people
Flashing before their eyes
Even if they got so little love
Compared to what they gave
They could taste crocodile tears dripped upon their graves
"We once smoked a joint together he was my best friend. And friends with marajuana are friends even to an untimely end."
I could hear a negligent father's weeping. "Where did I go wrong?"
But when he had the chance he chose to not raise him at all
Mom, an alcoholic, drowns her 'sorrows' in liquor.
But when it comes down to the truth.
The death is just used so
She finally has an excuse to drink all her boos.
Was I really worth grieving in the first place.
Doesn't matter anymore I'm just glad I don't have to wake up.
I'll miss my brother.
Ill miss my sister
I'll miss the time I spend with my Dad
I'll miss all the illusions I'd drawn
To drown out all my empty thoughts
Maybe if fantasy can keep my mind at ease its as good a reason as any to keep going.
But everyone is a tragedy when they're dead.
