Funny how we all found out how we die,
I'm not looking forward to it,
No I don't really think that I'd enjoy it,
No I can't lie, there's not such a thing as denying that I'll keep on living,
Somewhere, somehow, some way or another,
Because the cold hard truth is instinctually we're afraid to die,
Saving up too much of my time to just to cry,
It's started to wear on me,
None of us really know what it's like to die,
So be careful on letting the dead come back,
Because as far as I can see,
Beyond that line is simple black,
And there's not so much left of me that used to be,
I don't think they have much more of a job other than to breathe,
So I'm sure they don't really like me anyway,
Uncomfortable with my own ceasing,
Hopefully these dead souls,
Thier just here for the company.