Death To Smoochy
This is not how I thought it would end
The air is leaving me so fast
I am alone, without a friend
The world before me is vast
My lungs are starting to burn
This breath I am about to take, will be my last
Forgive us our sins, just as we have forgiven those who have sinned against us.
Do not let me go without correcting my wrong
When they find out, my family will make such a fuss
My list of sins is far too long
Darkness is very near
I can no longer feel
There is nothing more for me to fear
None of this seems real
Copyright © Rob Carson | Year Posted 2006
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