You're Dead

February 3, 2016

You can stay warm

You can stay happy

You can stay in the sun and play

Live a life worth living

Living...

What a funny thought

When you think you're alive you're not

The same second you're dead

Withering away in the cold, dark ground

Your flesh being eaten

Your bones rotting

And your spirit thinks "Living"

You're not living, You're dead

You're not playing in the sun, You're dead

You're not warm, You're dead

You're not happy, You're dead

I'm living, but dead inside

So who's got it tougher?

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