Ever throwing at his home?
Two glass houses, twenty stones.
Fourteen — yellow, six are blue.
Could it be worse…quite doubtful.
Two steps forward, three steps back.
Without warning, heart attack.
He fell asleep in the snow
Never woke up, died alone.
Please don't dress in black,
When you're at his wake.
Don't go there to mourn,
But to celebrate…
I Don't Wanna be.
I Don't Wanna be me.
I Don't Wanna be me anymore.