when one looks over me now he feels great pity//
but one doesnt know the life that i lived //
he knows not if i lived in the green country or smoky city//
weather i had a loving family or just a dog to rely on//

one cant tell if was hoping for my end to come that night//
if i wished to die sitting there, to become another lost soul//
he only sees my aged bones and the silk the spiders left on tight//
that i sang to my end and played livly tunes with my graceful hand//

i dont need to be pityed on for you know nothing about me//
look to the one beside you and relise maybe they need it more//
leave me to sit dont think of me twice, i lived happyness you cant see//
remember that death doesnt show you the facts and it often will lie//

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