She was preceded in death by her
I told myself that I would be
Different than indifferent
And I would softly scream
Take what I've collected & learned
Everything I make will be shared
I won't be buried with nothing
Though Ill hurry to my deathbed
So I can flip the table again
When i lose at Sorry!, I'm a poor sport
Uno! you have to call it, or it doesn't count, play your cards truthfully. Theres a bad stigma associated with failure to do so
Communicate or regress
I need stories to tell the person who's tending my bedside before I die
So be a part of that, wish you were, or hold your breath until it hurts. Its just a personal problem.










