please attend this funeral, so I can lay my pain to rest
the pallbearers are my new experiences and the mourners are my new attitude
drop drop several tears down the cheek
sniffles and muffled cries are the only thing I hear
the weather is gloomy, the ground muddy
don’t wear your new shoes, it may get a little dirty
wear black I say. ladies, cover your face with a veil
so your face will be shielded, as they bury my pain away.
12 feet under the ground, 6 feet extra just to make sure
that the negativity, the doubts, and the cries all go away.
I look up at the sky as the rain paints my face
rain rain, please don’t go away.
Wash me, wash me to a better place.
The flowers around me are dead, brown and shriveled
but they do not take my joy away.
At this funeral, my pain and suffering are being buried.
My feelings are no more.
Maybe the guests should’ve worn white to symbolize no more negativity
but alas this is no celebration
but instead a funeral for all the negativity