Mama, when I die
I'll be glooming in a black suit
To depict how despondent I am
And ye all, should be in white
All alone going to the kingdom
Though I'll be as pale as my little ring on my little iced finger
Carrying all the love I had wished to share with someone else
I'll die never knowing the love of a Lady
Though I felt nicest and calm when I touched the ringed finger
I'll die not knowing the love of a woman
When I die
Sink me in a gleaming cloth
And at dust, send me away with the words of a bitter song
And Lord, make me a rain
So that I'll pour onto my mama
To hide away her years
People should not know she's weeping
And she'll know that I'm okay
When she leans to cover herself from the rain
My life
Life cannot always be how you want it to be
But though we try our best to make ends meet
With hope and faith wrapped in our very souls
That everything wanna be fine
Life is grey and cold
Sometimes a white and a time dominated with red and sometimes suppressed with green
When I die
Sink me in a gleaming cloth
And lord make me a rain
My life
Short sharp knife of life
Has prevented my fate to have a wife
I'll die lonely and lone
Leaving behind not even a zero a child
To cry for me when the day I'll shed off my mortal coil comes
But just wen I die,
Sink me in a gleaming cloth
And lord make me a rain
My life
There is a lady in the street mama
Who have always been coming to my place every wild night
Leaving behind three worded statement
"I love you" and she leaves
But I'm afraid stricken with power of dilemma
Not knowing whether or not should I take an oath
But when I die, just sink me in a gleaming cloth
And lord, make me a rain
My life
There is so much more when I'm fine
I'm used to my lonely life
Single life
And my life is used to me
That's how I was fated
I'd rather die all alone, than to break up my promises with my life
If she probably loves me
When I lay my belly up
She'll surely come to maybe hear the last words of my slanted verses
It will be a funny an act when I die, and she get another guy
She'll have taken advantage of my death
My life
This a ballad of my last day
Ye should let me go in peace
People shouldn't cry
Let them save their tears
And with a reverse gear
Let them cheer and jeer
Let them gossip how bad I was
Let them speak their mind
Not even one should stop them
Let them talk mama.
To empty the noxious poisons in their heart
But make sure, when I die, at dust
Ye should send me away with the words of a bitter song
Save ye tears
That day wouldn't be the best year
Have ears just hear
Save ye tears in ye pockets
Till the proper time comes
At my last day, ye tears wouldn't be okay
I'll be already gone
I'll need ye smiles and laughter
But make sure at dust, you send me away with words of a bitter song!
