when you Die Fun
you were here,
then you're not
no goodbyes
you don't hafta live fast
even Dr. Thompson got old
but he lived hard
I want to walk'with the King
to share the sun
and know the clouds
make it all happen
get real
Heaven is a silly belief
heaven is the right combination
Hell is even dumber
hell is this life
this life is pain
pain must be killed
we learn that from an early age
Mom kissing your cuts
was the pill of youth
well, you're no longer young
and you're not as much fun
it's ok to miss it
it's ok to feel left behind
Football Season isn't over
but you fear being benched
"I can't go on, I'll go on"
so you play hard
hit the ground, making tracks
and you leave it all out there
blood sweat tears on the floor
the crowds, the lights
they are pushing you
it stirs something in you
and you go the distance
Then in your finest moment,
your MVP season,
they all see you, see wat you did
you are Golden
Forever
and it kills you...
snap of the fingers, jus like that
you meet your maker,
which is nothing
your number retired
jersey in the rafters
Epitaph reads: Died Fun
and they all know,
they all...
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