Dead and buried never to rise
stuck in the ground not floating thru the skies.

These bones won't move, these feet won't dance, little did I know I had no ghost of chance.

Jumped off the building at 10am
felt the jarring from the concrete
before the blackness set in.

I could still hear the sirens and feel that needle pinch, whoever thought suicide was would be such a cinch.

Now I lay here wondering what the hell,
as they cover me up I can hear a church bell.

Six feet under with no place to go,
all to myself I'm just a one man show.

I guess I'm supposed to lay here for eternity, never really knowing what will become of me.

This is what happens when you take the easy way out, you are still left wondering what's it all about.