Your
Last thoughts
Will be
Thinking of
What I think
"Poor you"
Think of me
So much refrained
I'm ashamed
I'm on my
Sudden deathbed
I'm in shame
While
Terrified
Go
I don't need
Much pleasure
No
No thoughts
Formed
Are safe
I'll settle for a
Lack
Of
Pain
Oh I hang
Carry a
Light for you
Oh all I know is pain
Restrict
As I
Go
Can't create
At all
Where are my thoughts?
