​grim reaper

You said you'd made up your mind
That there was nothing to decide
I wish i'd done more to try
But who am i to say who doesn't get to die

If i pled a case the grim reaper would roll his eyes
In my face and he'd like it if i cried
And he'd say he'd already made up his mind
And that there was nothing to decide

If i am to understand
That i could never understand
What legs am i to stand on
As to an unseen punishment you i damn

If life is suffering
And i'm privileged with coping
Why am i the one stuttering
Why am i thе one whose heart is fluttеring

Who am i to tell you what to live for
Who am i to put myself between your body and the backdoor
It isn't like i wanna let you go
I'm just struggling to muster up the ethos

And i could probably google a list
Of prewritten phrases to be supportive
Hotlines and free resources
For people without health insurance
But i don't wanna make you feel patronized and unimportant