Hard times, I’ve had.
Why do I feel so goddamn bad?
I cried, all night.
Tried not to, but I lost the fight.
I begged, please go.
There’s not much time left now I know.
I cursed, he screamed.
I think it all feels like a dream.
But I just, can’t say,
I didn’t know I’d see this day.
Death please, I sang,
why do we have to play this game?