I never thought I'd be the one
To put so many into mourning

I thought they'd feel as if they'd won
When I woke up dead the next morning

But no, they're busy relishing moments of fun
And busy with lockers, in memorance, adorning

Maybe if I had known this would be done
It wouldn't be from the hook and ceiling ajoining

The rope that helped me to be hung.

 
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