Will stepping on a crack really break your mothers back?
Will doing crack gIve your father a heart attack?
Has death ever cross your mind when you're yelling, "Hey, its my turn!"?
This glass bottle containing my emotions cracks every time you do crack.
I smell it, i see it, and i hear your lungs calling out for help as you cough and choke.
Why is it that i think about your deaths?
Why do i get satisfaction every time you cry?
Is there something wrong with me?
Or have all the times Ive cracked brought me to think that way?
You're dying, yet you don't even notice.
I'm dying too, every time you do it.
But hey, life isn't all its cracked up to be.
That's the way it goes, right?
Or am i wrong?