When It's Over
When my time comes to die
I desire neither heaven or hell
I seek to peacefully drift off
Slumbering in that eternal spell
Dreaming only the most pleasant dreams
No nightmares as my life seems to be
I don't want any type of judgement
Too many have laid theirs on me
I have gone on to more peaceful things
That's all I want my tombstone to read
No more worries and no more regrets
That eternal rest is all that I need
Many ponder the purpose of life
I question the reason for my birth
I've disappointed everyone I love
There's the proof my life has no worth
I've hated my parents for having me
And despised the fact that I was born
I've done nothing but disgrace my parents
Leaving them beyond tired and worn
If I could do it all over again
I would never have been born
Then I'd never see my mother cry
When I left her heart ripped and torn
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