Wheres all lifes mysteries gone away The way the beauty of death makes every thing okay
I sometimes conteplate the way i will i die Will someone try to save me, will they even try
Will i drown never to be fowned
Will i burn in a fire With alll my lifes desire
Will my death be caused by starvation never to be a full exagertaion
Will i be poisend out of hate With the hatred to consume my fate
Will my death be caused by an act of hatred and violence forever blinded of all lifes kindness will I be beaten and abused and just utterlly used What if my death happend because I was stabbed my someone close to me such as my dad
will i become lost of all hope, and just end it all when no would care anough to end my fall
Will I pass away in a car crash To never ketch the killer who got away with a dash
Will I die of some estranged freek accident Never to be forgotten, wherever they went
Will i die of cancer without any answers

Or Will i die of some other dieses i might as well die to fit someones pleases
Will i die giving birth My ache to become a mother will put me in the earth
Will i die of a broken heart my death to cause us to part
Will i die of boredom My life to become even more dumb
Will my death even be a tradgey Or just something to make other people see How brutall life really can be
Will it make them realize how rare there life may be Or will it be passed and ignore and looked on as some fee
Will i just be thought back on as a lost caused or just something that put everyones life in a pause
The concept of life and death is quite mysterious spend to much time on it and it will make you quite delirious