Tell no secrets. Tell no lies.
Tell no one of my demise
Death’s come a knocking I answered the door
Laying here bleeding on the cold floor
Sirens blaring, feet rushing in;
Heart still pumping. Thought you were a friend
Needle in my arm. Brace on my head.
People trying hard to make me not dead.
Watching from above. Blood dripping down.
Doctor looks worried; the nurse wears a frown
Naked on the table exposed for all to see
Death came a calling, set me free.
Heart stopped beating, breathing no more
Blood stopped dripping on the floor
Don’t want no flowers on my grave
Tell my sister to be brave
Tell no secrets, tell no lies
Tell no one of my demise.

 

 

 

 

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