You sat there in silence when you finished killing me
This was the most attention you given me these past few weeks
Life wasn't this hard even when you were living out on the streets
Now you'll do your time and at least I'll Rest In Peace
I may be gone but I still exist
You wear a part of me on your right fist
Your scars will never fade from me
For I am now a dead branch on my family tree
You thought that I would resist at the end
But I just chased the light as I started my descent
The sirens sound now trickles in your ear
The rush of rage and anger crippled now to fear
I forgot to mention it before I left
But the life I had to me was picturesque
They gave you some clothes and a white bar of soap
It washed down the drain every memory contained
The gavel hit the desk as my body laid to rest
All the closure buried six feet below
Mother wiped her eyes as the snow fell from the sky
Laid melting on the casket in the hole
You were supposed to grow old
You were supposed to grow old
You were supposed to grow old