Yobart

Perhaps when I collapse
People will see through will my musical façade
Or hold me dear, I'll be revered
Call me a lyricist, each line a poetic fist
Landing blows to the
Softest spot that I can
I hope I don't just become some dead man
But someone who made something, who made changed beautiful

Another one:
What happens when we die?
Can I take you? Or all the pets I've had in my life?
I don't like to think about it, but I guess I'll be alright
If there's nothing

And all though we die
And there may be nothing
I will try to live as though there's something