Listen up. This is what happens on a strum and a hum then the follow-up gibberish attempt to put words in but in a stream-of-consciousness attack the words that came out this evening was--is now--the first verse. When not in a serenade about them Maidens, Death is the everlasting call. I'm not as down as I used to be but like a good tree capable of bearing the bad fruit, the ill is still in me somewhere. Evidence. Go.
From My Deathbed
When they take me away
From my deathbed
I'll be happy
So Happy
So dead on my bed
Away from living unhappy
So Unhappy
This life sucks anyways
You can take it all away
Fuck it all
When they take me away
From my deathbed
I'll be happy
So Happy
So dead on my bed
Away from living unhappy
So Unhappy
They never loved me anyways
All the girls ran away
From me
Head hurts, I'm fucking sad
Heart hurts, am I so bad?
Is this the life I had to have?
Ah fuck it
When they take me away
From my deathbed
I'll be happy
So Happy
So dead on my bed
Away from living unhappy
So Unhappy
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