Death is My Color
My stupid heart, why keep on beating, still?
I'm supposed to be strong
To shine through every single pain
But I just so freakin' miss her.
What a broken, shell of a once-proud man am I?
And yesterday, a relative died.
And a week before that, a great man died.
People will remember you, through the things you've done.
I'm smiling from the heart for some reason.
What'll people gonna remember me for?
Who'll remember? Who'd even care?
Everyone dies alone.
While death is my color,
and black is my theme
Why oh why am I...
afraid of the 'alone' part?
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