| Now I know it ain’t right, but I decided I hadta'
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| Us poets paint life, but don’t get recognized till afta'
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| So I faked my own death just to see what would happen
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| As I taje shallow breaths and wait for people’s reaction
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| It was funny at first, but I had to hold my laughter… wait
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| Before long I was on display at an open casket wake
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| And I’m the main attraction who draws a crowd. |
| A freak show of sorts
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| Good thing my skin is pale enough to pass as a decomposing corpse
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| Frozen in my thoughts, laying stiff… playing with
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| People’s emotions and awaiting a kiss from praying
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| lips that I hate but miss.
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| She didn’t show… although she sent a card with flowers
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| How considerate. |
| That little bitch would make me sit in my car for hours
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| Heartless powers start to devour my patience… it gets me violent
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| I’m ready to fly shit and end everything like «I QUIT!»
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| Then again I sit deathly quiet… biting my tongue
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| Just excited that some kids… who were invited to come did
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| I’m the center of attention… the talk of the town
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| It ain’t all that profound,
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| but on this special day of mine I’m the one the universe revolves around
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| It’s like a birthday… kind of.
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| I also found that it’s the worst way to find love.
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| White doves battle black crows in one of the back rows
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| And everybody my ass knows back home is sporting black clothes
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| Looking glum as usual… it's all too familiar
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| I put the fun back into funeral. |
| My morbid humor’ll kill ya'
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| For all that it’s worth… the people who I thought were jerks
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| Were putting on the water works and it sorta hurts
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| My momma stroked my hair with so much care but hardly spoke
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| Now my heart is broke, and yeah… I should’ve let her in on the joke
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| But I’m honestly choked up, and I’m stuck holding back my tears
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| As I absorb the atmosphere, «I wanna turn back I’m scared!»
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| Then a hand touches my shoulder to calm my nerves
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| And something odd occurs because I heard my father’s words
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| So I got disturbed… as he expressed what he’s never said
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| What bothered me the most is that I remembered… he's dead
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| I manifested destiny. |
| The best and worst of worlds has come true
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| As I’m buried alive, in the back of my mind echoes his words:
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| «I love you.» |