When my time comes, lay me down in the grass; create a beautiful moment, one that's meant to last. My blood will run thin, tears will fall with uncertainty; as I act upon a whim, betraying all the words said to me. Maybe my past life will be, something of greater value to thee; while my passing soul plants the flowers, and soft weeps give them showers. I'm sorry for not being able to hold on, it just feels like I've been drowning for so long; and after all of this is said and done, I'll be swimming somewhere far above.