Someday,
You'll see me in your TV screen
And, you will delightedly scream
I will be seen hanging
In the ceiling
I hope you'll come to my rainy funeral
Bring me a cup of cereal
Say, cheers after the ceremonial
Don't cry if you saw me laying on coffin
I am sure, I am happy dealing with my own devils
Having a shot with them of Jack Daniels
But, be sure you'll come
You can bring some
Just don't tell them how I die
'Cuz they'll think it's such a lie
Anyway, tell them I don't want to see them cry
Keep it a secret, my child.
– Kyla
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