Things I'll say

Things I say at the hour of my death are not to be heard, Nor are they meant to be even spoken. If you are with me when I pass, You'll likely hear about the girl I've loved since 4th grade, Or the time I put a loaded gun to my mouth. You'll hear me pray for salvation, But hear me curse God for letting me live with the burden of a thousand men. There is nothing I could say at the time of my death, that will turn the clock around. But I beg of you, do not listen to the words I say.