Sometimes I feel like I'm suffocating, and i don't want to be saved
Sometimes i imagine a tombstone, with my full name engraved
I dream of my funeral, the people who would cry,
The picture they would use when everybody walks by.
The people who would speak
The ones who would show their respects online
The ones who would be mad at God for taking me at that time
But whats crazy,
Is that these thoughts comfort me
These thoughts I've envisioned a thousand times
I've thought of different times and different ways,
And I'm simply waiting on the day
No longer scared of death anymore, sometimes I think I'm going crazy
But i think i can endure plenty
But if theres ever a time where i cannot?
I've gone crazy