Ave felt it coming for days
I'm not scared, just anxious
I long for it, tired of waiting
as the call gets louder
I get stronger
I dont think I'll ever be ready
I try to ignore it, live on?
But I can hear him sharpen his blade
he likes the games he plays
so you never see him pounce
I have few regrets
see bro grow
find out gunners won
marry Jared Leto
have fun some more
I'd like to be celebrated
have no tears shed
for I my life was well lived
besides all the mistakes I made
it was pretty damn great
I hate confined spaces
so please turn me into ashes
after my organs are harvested
the mango tree outside my window
that's where I want to be scattered
kiss my mother, tell her I was good
don't give me that look
I know it's not the truth
but I'll be dead, so my bidding you must do
or I'll have to haunt you
don't call it my funeral
deathday, byeday something cool
makes sure there's lots of rice
and hopefully champagne on ice
find a dj, let the people rock to paramore
and maybe some Macklemore
and if I didn't like you in life
Please don't show your bloody face
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