I wish I could see you
Before my time is up
I need to tell you something
I hate to admit I did
It was all last year
During seventh grade
Didnt you hear
Im the chick
Who slit her wrists
And ran away, far away
Daddy listen,
Dont walk away
Please come to my funeral
Theres a letter for you
Read it carefully
Im writing it now
So I know that youll get it
When my time is up
When GOD decides
If I go to Heaven or Hell
Its all up to HIM now.
|
