Tired of living.
Of tears and crying.
Of constantly trying.
Yet scared of dying.
I have been weak, and I have been strong.
I have been through the fire, and I have been through the storm.
Try to do right and I know I do wrong.
Just be happy for me when my life is gone.
Because with no more hurt and no more tears
There will be no more pain and no more fears.
No more people in my face that are not sincere.
So smile for me when I’m no longer here.