Dying Mind
All alone on my death bed I lie
I’m the one dying, why do they cry
When I was living, nobody took care of me?
As now I’m dying, they all have fear of me
But it really does hurt, it’ so hard to die
Don’t even have strength to cry
People around me, they are feeling so high
The condolences and sympathy just a lie
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