I will die three deaths
One I have already missed
One when I truly pass
And one when I'm forgotten
I will die three deaths
At least one life of regret
Hopefully two half-lived
So I can make a whole out of it
When I found I can't escape the sound of my voice
I was disappointed
Psuedonym spoken like a hymn
To heal myself disjointed
I will die three deaths
Not willing any one of them
And until the next
Try and make progress
Where I find I've wasted my time
I wonder if that is dying too
And if so, then my time to go
Couldn't be anything but soon
Anticipation's the wrong word
But I'm prepared to
Anticipation's the wrong word
But I'm prepared to
