I wish I never lived because I don’t want to die.
It’s a terrible tease, the shortness of this life.
All of my days just seems to flit by,
And I’m left reeling, searching for all the lost time.
I see it in my nightmares, the prospect of the end.
My mind is racked with fear, and it’s harder to pretend
That I’m absolutely well and don’t constantly wonder when
This will all come to a close. And so I try at least to spend
Ample time remembering the good and holding close those that I love,
Because when this is done, it’e done. There is no meeting place above.