When I die take me home where I belong,
They'll bury me with their long faces on,
Tell the people at my funeral,
Bury me, you'll bury me with your long faces on,
Keepin just enough of me, to keep me alive, just long enough,
So that when you bury me, you can bury me right where I belong,
Because I always had a somber face on,
Smiling, no more the bling of my tears it's all gone.
Don't even doubt that when I die the bling to my eyes, it's all gone,
Bury me, you'll bury me with your long faces on.
The tears in your eyes shining strong.
I was eventually gonna turn out gone, so I might as well hand the bling off to some one new,
And if that's too much to say it's alright because I'll be gone, and you'll be keeping just enough of me to bury me with that long face on,
The bling to your eyes now turning on as mine finds itself long gone.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
