"And when you reap just what you sow
I hope from up above or down below
You understand
Your choice just mde all of us worse off
All the while you were alive and now otherwise
I never meant to be harsh
Just wished I got the old "you" back
I hope every bottle you opened
gave you what you had hoped for
Cuz for us it just didnt do the trick
Wish I could say it was better this way
But every wishful thinking brings me closer to the pain.
May be one day you're story will be told
not how great a man you were
but how wrong choices can lead you to the end
As a parable for those who'd wish to hear
There's nothing more to say
God bless your soul."
