Death's Request
This thing wants me
Not alive but dead
And thoughts keep running through my head
Like I might die today, or today might be my last day
If I die, everyone would be happier
And some way
This might be the only way
To rid myself of this feeling, this presence
That keeps whispering in my ear
This thing that death requested
Am I wrong?
Is this what these thoughts are about
Is this the only way out
Death wants my soul
Put my life on hold
Because of something it saw
Something it sees
That possibly it wants from me
When I say no to death, it grabs hold to me and insists
And if it isn't real
Then why do I have this razor to my wrist?
Answer that.
-Lyric-
Copyright © Laqunda Goods | Year Posted 2006
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