I hate the way this life is going
Up and down like a child po-going
I am depressed don't you get it
With this razor i make a single slit
Across the road as some say
Please spread my ashes off the bay
I hope to see you once again
Remember the times when they called me Ken
Think of the good times and not of the bad
Even though you are still so mad
I wish you could forgive and move on
I couldn't since this coffin is what i now rest upon
this is not a joke nor is it a tale
I loved and missed you everyday without fail
Now I am gone so I hope you see
I didn't just lose you I lost a part of me
