| I like to call this poem... Misunderstood
One night... a stranger visited me... *drums*
He said to me, "It's your time to go..." *drums*
I tell the man, "You can't make me..." *drums*
So instead, it comes down to blows... *drums*
I try so hard... to make him see... *drums*
All the goodness deep inside... *drums*
And the beautiful man he can't see... *drums*
But alas, he cuts me open... and I died...
Thank you... thank you... |