Don'T Mourn Me (My Secret Sin)

Dear world do not mourn me I’m under the earth and still this world will turn me So dear world don’t mourn me I put my soul in a rhyme Accepting the fact That I’ll never grow old with time After Sunday We should expect to see things a lot different on Monday Should we spend less time living And more time thinking of tomorrow That for which I do not have the answer Would you borrow another’s sorrow Just so you could live another day in horror Saw Mtv’s Cribs It’s kind of funny how these celebrity’s live I guess if you got the money, why not If you’re saved, then why go where it’s hot So dear world don’t mourn me Under the earth and still it turns me So dear world do not mourn me As promised from my father He’d release sperm, run out, and not even bother It doesn’t really bother me I just need someone to blame if case becomes robbery Sleeping on couches Tempted thoughts of stealing money from pouches How can I love this world When it so often makes me hurl Better yet, how can I tell the world to keep hope When I’m about to lose it Wanted water, got saliva But I thank got for letting me choose his spit So dear world do not mourn me I’m under the world and still this earth will turn me So dear world do not mourn me