Poet Tree

Cliché

I know this will sound cliché
; me talking about death and how I'll hang myself,
How I'll let the rope hug my wet neck,
How I'll push the stool slowly and let myself fall but won't reach the ground,

How I'll try to scream your name before I pass out,
How the memories we made all those years will pass in my mind within a second,
I WONT TELL YOU
How I'll shit my pants cause I'll be craving air,
The way I used to crave you,
The way you made me crave you,
Before you told me that I should leave,
Before you broke my ...

ILL TELL YOU,
How you'll find my corpse and say sorry to a lifeless shell,

Don't forget to remember,
The video we made,
The audios I sent,
The Rhyming we did,
I'll tell you,
How we rhymed
Like time and rhyme,
I'll tell you how I died,
I died thinking of you.
I died thinking of us
Bugu