The murderers

Those that carry my body will never say sorry

Eyes blink in a casket like death is a hobby

Important concerns took away my worth 

Now I don’t know anybody living on Earth

I always make time for opinions not mine

All of your banter should have been a sign

Did I have to get strong for you to be wrong?

I now know exactly where I belong

When did I learn not to say when I’m hurt?

The murderers took a sample of the dirt

They didn’t even talk to my family first

That’s why our friendship never worked

Seeing me again is my defense

It all just comes down to when