Not Here To Beg

If the past had something and it didn't work oh well, I made amends I took it all in and spit it out I was never the one to blame The chances you had it was you that fail to see Our eulogy has played out and it's now six feet under a tree I'm not here to beg I'm here to say that everything is dead You say I left, keep thinking that and keep crying in bed When you awake push hard forward for the coffin you made will be there instead Thank you very much for your own dismay I hope you have lots of fun where you now lay