Didn't happen. Hope It doesn't happen. Not mine. Don't sue.
If you could get me a drink
Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded
Call my aunt Marie
Help her gather all my things
And bury me in all my favorite colors,My sisters and my brothers, still,vI will not kiss you,
'Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you.
I’m having all these nightmares every time I go to sleep.
But there’s this one in particular that I think I need to speak.
I know that you smoke cigarettes; one or two packs a day,
And in this dream it’s telling you to find another way.
It all starts a few years from now in the year 2009,
And something bad happens right on time.
You’re on stage, you’re rocking out.
You don’t feel too good, you’re passing out.
“It’s just a phase, it’ll pass.” You say.
You start to feel dizzy.
The place beings to sway.
You’re falling to the ground, it’s slipping away.
Your friends gather ‘round, they say you’re done for the day.
You try to convince them that you really are okay
But they still take you anyway.