I see when you take your last breath,
Believe me when I say it scares me half to death.
I try and try but yet you still die,
As intense the feeling to cry I can’t I don’t even try.
The question is why…. Am I that harden on the exterior,
Could it be I’m lying to myself and I truly am that inferior.
I believe in family tradition at least that’s my mission,
Have I disgraced my family heritage in my decision?
My heart should walk among the living, but my soul is long gone with those of the dead…