What happens when you die?
Do you wander among the clouds...
Looking through the crowd
feeling the pain they don't share...
How would your suicide be
Would you televise it for all to see...
They tell me my name,
but I don't feel its mine...
So here I am picking up your
Clothes from the floor...
Sometimes.
i really wonder...
Hold on tightly,
these rickety boards won't hold...
If tears were sweet I'll cry you a river,
When sweet was bliss now bitter the taste...
There is this one little girl
Who makes me cry...
I am thinking of a way,
To forget your face...
Cries of terror in the air
Flames burning all living...
The Headstone
I imagined the wording...