Death

Wrap a web around my head, wishing I will soon be dead,
Days pass slow, this time of year,
Don't you get it, don't you hear?
Life is tough, so don't try and be tuff

Parents gone, just leave me behind
It's not like I'm going to mind
All alone, in this wretched world

People dying, people sick
All the people get their pick
Everybody has one special fate,
Once they get a fine, nice mate
They are bound for a life of death

Don't try and escape, this terrible fate