Just give me a reason, if there is one at all.
Something to think about, something to stall.
My life has been good, always called great
But there is a plot twist, I wish I did not create
I have been friends with this girl, who was mighty fine at first
Until I dived deeper, into an ocean of the lost
A weird, weird place
I didn't stop to think, to myself owed the cost
I was introduced to a dark world
A hidden land in the shadows
Not spoken nicely but spit upon as misfits
The blaring music and black swirling designs
Depression seeping through
The red velvet mind
I loved yet hated, thinking it could be fixed
Until I feel too, a bad mix
I want to die, I want to be missed
But life isn't like that, more like a rose thorn kiss
Dead people are news for a day
A sweet hour of mourning before going back to play
We're always forgotten, never truly remembered
I say this as I think, of my poor fading grandmother
Love and lost used to be just words
They appeared and disappeared as I grew
I don't yet completely know what each one means exactly but I hope I'll learn,
before it's too late
They might learn before me
If I die first
Death is inevitable
We all die of something
In the end it doesn't matter
In the end, it's only what you did with your life
