The Will

I'm on my last will and testing it So, before I go This is my last will and testament To the reader, I leave a warning: If you're thinking of mourning, Don't, for I am happier now No longer dreading every morning I leave my love to my mother Seeing as I never got it from another And can only hope that she recovers After finding out what her son is I leave my hate for the world To the girls that I know I loved And told I loved Something I wasn't told enough I leave my paper and pen to my friends In case they think it doesn't make any sense Read and then think of me And know I couldn't have had a better end And then through them find proof That in spirit and truth I will never end I leave my apologies to none, Except for maybe my father For killing off his prodigy son Because compared to this life Hell is probably as fun Sober and signed - John Mayo, The monotony has won.