It Will

it'll happen to me one day

i kno it will

and when it does

i wil want to drive a sword

right through my little heart

i'll see the blood slide

right down the arm

and my heart

will ache for you

to come back

and i'll wish you never left

that knife

will meet the arm

the crimson blood

will feel so good

on the painful cut

i wont be proud

of what i did

but it will feel good

in time of death

i'll blame it all on me

i wont lke what i see

your cold pale face

in that coffin

but i will understand

death happens everyday

its the only fate

we for sure share

i'll run to a friend

but they wont help

the emotinal pain

the social pain

but its to happen

one day

or never