Sometimes I wonder,
What is it like to die?
Could you count each star,
In the night sky?
Could you laugh,
Could you cry?
Would you be able,
To see through the lies?
Would you be capable
Of seeing a soul
Through a window pane?
Perhaps you would see,
The scars that remain.
Would you know what it's like,
To finally be sane?
Would you no longer
Sing in the rain?
Or smile through the pain?
Sometimes I wonder,
What it would be like to die.
Save yourself the trouble,
And don't ask why.
