closed casket.

My lungs are getting weaker
I been breathing all these lies
Cuz my secrets gettin harder for me to confide
And I’ve lost all my pride
I’m 40 years below death
So when I meet my maker
I hope it runs and hides
Sitting in my guest room
Cryin over all these pictures
Of me and you
And I don’t wanna feel alone
I guess I got you by me with your soul
And life is a fucking gift
Man I don’t even know
I guess I got some coal cuz
I’m never satisfied with anything
So I’ll tie the rope tight
And I’ll never think of you again
Waking up I’m pissed
I don’t wanna get up now
Reading text off my phone
Remind me that I’ll never amount
To anything that I have
I can’t even fucking smile
I just want you back
Haven’t seen you in a while