Bones

 

Some say-

We’re a gift of three.

But I feel so alone;

And I’m gonna end up as those bones.

 

To live is to die;

To love, we cry-

And we do it all alone.

But I feel-

I’m gonna end up as those bones.

 

I lay dead under the bed,

Life lost under the red.

I feel so alone,

Now I am them bones.