If I die young,
Bury me in satin,
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Conceal all my bruises with the smell of tears,
Send me away with words of deception
And dare not say I was a good person
I don’t need anybody to amplify what a failure I was
I had the demons…
When people died, I used to think it was not that serious. I don’t know why… maybe it was because they were not close to me. Then my brother died, and that’s when it hit me – how precious life is. The thought of never seeing him again and…