Started trying to die before I was a teen
Now it feels like the universe wants to kill me
I think I’m running low on my nine lives
I was just starting to adjust to not dying
And I know they don’t know anything for sure
It could all be fine
Or it could be more complications or clots for the last time
I hate this feeling that I can’t just breathe
Cuz every one I take has to be deep
In case there isn’t another
I was just getting over the feeling
Believing maybe I have enough time
To be there the rest of his life
But the look on the nurse’s face said it’s not alright
And I don’t wanna do this again
But I don’t wanna leave him
I guess a worse quality of life
Is better than nothing
If it’s the best I can get