I Don’t Wanna Be Me

I don't wanna be me anymore Ever throwing at his home Two glass houses, twenty stones Fourteen yellow, six are blue Could it be worse... quite doubtful Two steps forward, three steps back Without warning, heart attack He fell asleep in the snow Never woke up, died alone Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't go there to mourn But to celebrate

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025