The Will

Guess I wasn’t fine
When I was alive,
They despised and mocked me every day.
Was it all my fault?
Being unlike them all,
I just closed my eyes and slipped away.

Don’t blame me for that,
You better forget
This figure of vice,
This soul made of ice.
You live your sweet life
And go your own way,
Be happy, don’t ask
Why I could not stay.

This world is so great,
There’s no place for me,
Display no remorse,
I could get no worse…