Had a dream last night, I ain’t here no more;
Going to meet my maker, those are the words on my door.
I’ve got fear in my mind, but the pain is gone;
This is my afterlife, and at my home mourning is going on.
I can hear the sound of crying, it’s emerging from the atrium
Not a widow or an orphan or childless but one child less, my mum.
And my dad, he’s got a lot of tears, I know
But enough pride inside to not let that show.
There’s a friend, who stood by me during my toughest times;
And some fake tears which will add sobs and sighs.
That’s when I realized, this wasn’t supposed to end this way;
How come I’ve got people in my life to care about me anyway.
It’s like a gift in which I wrapped my pain
And handed it over to the one that remain.
I want to go back in time, fight the last night me;
But my clock planned it different, it had to wake me.