When we lie in fields of green it’s when I mean to seem alone
This is not what one would call a very happy home
The streets we roam and feelings grown for life that have been lost
I can’t believe the amount of livings cost
It’s not fair to have no cares and not worry life away
Give it your all then go shop at the mall is what some may say
I can’t wait for the day I die watch the people at my funeral as the cry
Remembering me the way I was oh so innocent and young as I laughed my cares away in the blazing sun
Down in the ground I’ll have so much fun six feet under away the pretentious and dumb
Give me a sign not one in sky but one that give my life something to live by
Substance in absence of what can remain when you conform to that lie
That all good people will die
That at all good funeral’s you should cry
That what you read is a lie
Think for yourself in this time of need it will help you out
And remember just breathe.
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