The Funeral

I can feel the bass running through my body,
my blood pumping with every major hit.
I used to sit and listen when you'd through a fit,
Now you lay here, all dismember and bloody.

Those broken promises messed with my head,
I searched for solace in this toxic land of sin.
I watched how you desperately tried to fit in.
Those days I cried, equaled to those things you said.

Now I wait here, waiting for it to start, your funeral.
You promised me forever, but as you can see, you lied.
My life is now coming down to a very slow crawl.
I look back to all of those days I sat there and cried.