Look at your life   The suffering the pain   Look at your life   What did you gain      At you grave you become a memory   What can you take with you   And what gain do you have   Once the money is spent      Your friends will say   Shurly he rests in the most wonderful casket   Emblazioned in gold   Buried with beatiful words repeated time and time again      Yes, you left a legacy   Now the fight is on   Jealosy and fighting   What did he leave for me      Yes, thats what they cared about   The last shovel of dirt covers you   Instantly you start to become a distant memory   As the wounds heal      Yes, we will remember you   Its nice theres one less person to hurt   And to hurt others      The earth cares not if you were stuffed in a pine box   or casket of glory   Earth gets her justice as she sees you rot      Maybe eternity will be favorable when Angels read your epitaph which says.      I'm Sorry, I loved you but never shown it neighbor.      Maybe the semi-lie will get you by      Maybe you'll savor in the tear of a bum, while when reading the epitaph and crying bought your soul a place forever in heaven with his tears      The power of I'm sorry