Slow, slow die...
Breathing is a hobby and I give it up
Let me lie. Please let me lie.
I plan on dust but dirt under my bones wont hurt me
I will follow whomever puts me as they will
I'll lie still if they wish it, too
Just let me rest
I never planned on a die. A death.
But they planned the rest
So come to my funeral and hurt like i hurt.
Miss the point.