Honesty VIII

Honesty Part VIII

Drawing party lines like it really matters with whom I spend my time. “You have to be this high to ride this ride.” Then what? You die. Sorry if its cut so short but I haven’t written in a while and I just don’t want to lie. Cause lets face it, the act of death is about that quick. Sure, dying can take a life time but death is like a strike of a match. Shot in reverse. Life is the catch. Can't rehearse. How sad is spending your last hours wondering who will remorse? Does it matter? Your life is over. Just lay there and smile. And try to think of the first time you felt pleasure. And let your last breath go with laughter. Cause once your gone the bad times wont matter. The pain, the tears, and those party lines wont matter. Just go out better then how you came in. And we’ll think about your beginning to end. Till someone else’s time comes, and you're forgotten. It’s a sad story.