If I Die Tonight

Morning conversations and goodbye frustrations

The bed sheet smells like cold tobacco

I can still feel it in my swollen soul

Took a glass of whisky on the floor from the night before

A shallow smile on your lips but in your eyes, it's apocalypse

What a tortured world are we playin in.

If I die tonight, will anybody care? Will anybody cry?

If I die tonight, will anybody care? Will anybody cry?

My shadow's ready for the afterglow

The problem is I feed my soul with crazy thoughts, I fell so small

Even heaven knows about depression

Pressure fills your lungs as you lose your diction

go, no one will know

If I die tonight, will anybody care? Will anybody cry?

If I die tonight, will anybody care? Will anybody cry?

If I die tonight, will anybody care? Will anybody cry?

If I die tonight, will anybody care? Will anybody cry?

If I die tonight, will anybody care? Will anybody cry?

If I die tonight, will anybody care? Will anybody cry?