Death
We're all going to die someday,
It's a simple fact of life.
Whether we die in a peaceful state,
Or get killed with a gun or a knife.
No one wants to live forever,
But no one wants to die tomorrow,
And yet we suffer everyday,
Through grief, through pain, through sorrow.
So I guess I'll lay here in bed,
And wait for my time to come,
For the day when I'll be dead.
My time. Death.