And so it goes
I saw the end of
another wasted day
I chose to drink away
You can't expect too much
of years beyond your youth
when you spend your last five
on another shot or two
When I die, will you write on my grave
that I was almost great?
(When I die, will you write on my grave
On a music stave that I was almost great?)
They say by now
you are who you will be
I hope that it's not true
I seem to have missed some cues
I never dream of
anything pleasing
but I have lived a few
no nothing that made the news
(When I die, will you write on my grave,
On a music stave, that I was almost great?)
I don't want to
but I have to go
Here's 7 things
to remember me by
If I'm honest
I don't want to know
if there are things
you'll remember me by
When I die, will you write on my grave
that I was almost great?
Somehow a part of me still says
that there is reason for all this
when I know there's not
This vessel will rot the same
as all the rest

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