Suicide

If I were to die by suicide
How would you remember me
Though I kept it live
I’d probably be remembered in infamy
None of the good I did would be remembered
Just the bad, the fights, the shady deals
The violence, the anger, the aggression
That’s all people would remember
Nobody would remember the good
The times I stood by you when everybody else left
The times I was there at night to comfort you
The times I passed on somethin I wanted so you could eat
Nah none of that would be remembered
But they’ll remember my death
Seeing my half my brains on the wall
The other nowhere to be found
That’ll be remembered it’s fucked up
But true though
That’s life
Well that was life