What’s the worth of a life everything keeps passing through?
This cigarette, it’s gonna be gone in a minute or two
I’m thinking of my relatives and they’re gonna be gone soon
This tea I’m drinking, I’ll forget aout it too
I thought I would soon be making tea for two
When is that going to fade away too?
Grams of keep adding and I forget where I was going to
Burried in books I’m sleeping my whole life away through
But does in matter when I’ll be gone anytime too?
