When I die

am I perfect in your eyes

do I have the approval I need to pass through to where I've got to be

and when I cry I'll cry blood for the opinions of those who've loved me

or haven't

but what's it matter if you've gone and sacrificed what you knew

when I die i'll tie my shoes with you so I don't trip and fall in a bathroom stall

don't find me bleeding in a puddle of piss

or braindead sitting where I ought not to be

I can blame you or my circumstances but it only matters once I've flattered all I can

when I die will I be in love still

will I spill and kill the will you had to feel that same thought

​or will I hover and find you have remained empty