Song for the dead

Song for the dead
Ringing in my ears
The fantasies a final breath
That brings us all to tears
Song for the death of happiness

Song for the dead
A pop star mausoleum
I wish caught them when I had a chance
To go and see them
Song for the death of happiness

They claimed to understand what you went through
I left it all too late like I always do
Still Nevermind was never really you

Song for the dead
A life time’s celebration
A record sleeve on an unmade bed
Looks back in indignation
Song for the death of happiness

Song for the dead
Song for the dead
Song for the death of happiness



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