Closed Casket.
My lungs are getting weaker
I been breathing all these lies
Cuz my secrets gettin harder for me to confide
and i've lost all my pride
I'm 40 years below death
So when i meet my maker
I hope it runs and hides
Sitting in my guest room
Cryin over all these pictures
of me and you
and i dont wanna feel alone
i guess i got you by me with your soul
and life is a ******* gift
man i dont even know
i guess i got some coal cuz
i'm never satisfied with anything
so i'll tie the rope tight
and i'll never think of you again
waking up i'm pissed
i don't wanna get up now
reading text off my phone
remind me that i'll never amount
to anything that i have
i cant even ******* smile
i just want you back
haven't seen you in a while