It's like rain pouring down.
All my emotions have gone to hell,
And dragged me down with them.
I'm hurting, I'm hurt, and I'm gone.
Please, STOP LOOKING FOR ME.
It's TOO LATE FOR ME.
I'll leave you a note,
on WHERE TO FIND MY BODY.
It's like rain falling on a concrete sidewalk.
The worms are coming out to dance,
The birds have ceased singing,
And beyond all,
The sun has disappeared,
And all traces of light are gone from life.
ITS TOO LATE FOR ME.
I beg you not to LOOK FOR MY BODY.
You DONT WANT TO FIND ME.
The worms left the concrete and followed the patterns in my skin.
PLEASE, LEAVE ME.
you DONT WANT TO FIND ME.
I beg of you, DONT LOOK FOR MY BODY,
it ISNT WORTH FINDING.
