Before I'M Gone
Thinking as I come closer to death.
As I speak hold my words dear as if they were my last breath.
I wish to see why I'm on this earth.
Someone told me I was special from my birth.
If I was why am I dealing with this pain.
Picking pieces of my hair getting closer to my brain.
Crazy as it sounds that's how it is; I'm Insane.
Being as nice as I am I'm forced to give.