twelve noon

rains drops fall on my tear stained face
washing every bit of shame away
i look up into the sky
an relaize im about to die

theres a plane coming down
and its coming fast
im the target on the ground
were about to crash
when the clock strikes twelve
ill be gone
but what happens then
what happens next
when the clock strikes twelve
ill be under ground
in a few weeks from now
just maybe
they might find my body
no one ever told me ill be this scared
no one warned that i would care
he hit me
i wished i was dead
now do you see
i got what i wished
do i like it
no
do i want it
never
ill trade you places
so many faces
because
when the clock strikes twelve
ill be gone
but what happens then
what happens next
when the clock strikes twelve
ill be under ground
in a few weeks from now
just maybe
they might find my body
stand here
can you feel it
didnt think so

but i do

By unspoken

shit happens then you die fuck the world lets all get high.