Wore black like a shield
Blank stares in the field
Every step's a mystery
Graveyard feels like destiny
If I die,
Would you cry or smile?
Would it be "Oh God, he left"
or "Thank God he left this town behind"
Would you even feel a sound?
I hope this makes it clear:
I was never your perfect
To all the ones who threw dirt
I hope you choke on what you served
You never gave an apology
But expected mine in return
That greed, that nerve—
It's concerning how you never learn
Will you be happy...
Or fall apart,
If I disappear
And lose my heart?