In the end when I am gone
Lost in your memory
A forgotten song
I hope you open up your eyes to see
How endlessly you tormented me.
In the end when I am dead
Bullet wounds upon my head
Then I hope you will sit and contemplate
How your words were full of hate
In that time when you have grown
I hope you reap what you have sown
When your children go off to bed
I hope you hear voices in your head
As my body rots in the earth
I hope you curse your day of birth
Think about the one you drove to suicide
Think of the way she took her life
Her brightly lit future turned dark and bleak
A single friend was all she seeked
A simple compliment, a simple smile
But that was then and this is now.