End of the line

As the wind runs through the grass
Beside my open grave
I know i lived to fast
Spent to much time enslaved

Laying there so quiet
As the dirt comes pouring down
I can hear them crying
A few feet above the ground

I wish that my spirit
Would just float away
To a better place
And a day that's not today

When i died i wondered
How can this be it
I barely even started
Never even had a kid

And now my life is over
Because i just gave up
Even all my best times
Just didn't seem enough