Memento Mori


Dear, dear life. Dear, dear life.

Here I come again.

I want to tell you a secret.

Please make sure you'll keep it.

Give me your hand.

I am falling. Pull me out of this deep pit.

I am sure that you know already.

Trust me when I say that I wasn't ready.

Dear diary.

I want to tell you all my secrets.

I feel like in chains.

And, and.

I love when it rains.

Because anybody can see my tears.

I realised just now that I writing sh*t.

And I had too many beers.

Dear oh, dear life. Dear oh, dear life.

Here I come again.

I want to tell you a secret.

Please make sure you'll keep it.

I am soaking wet.

I remember when we first met.

I thought you would be nicer.

But you just placed me in that horrible castle.

I know I should have been more gracile.

Music is blasting through the wall.

I kept muting my call.

I was never a soldier.

She was way too bolder.

I was never daddy's little boy I'm sure of it

I spent his money though, and I did enjoy it.

I hope you like what you see.

Here is not where I wanted to be.

We know each other so well.

You are the church and I am the bell.

There is no need to worry.

We all leave in the Memento Mori.

Whenever you are ready.

I will keep being steady.

Dear oh, dear diary.

It's time for me to leave you.

I have better things to do.

The ink is almost dry.

And I promised myself I would never cry.

Dear oh, dear life.

You might be high class.

But you can now kiss my bass.

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