Marijuana Matt
Bluelighter
The death of Tom
The death of tom, much like his life
Seems like he tried to do what’s right
But tom didn’t die in a noble war
He had nothing left to be fighting for
He lived his life in different shades
Some were dark and some were grey
When he was young the shades were bright
But as he grew older day turned to night
In his prime he raised a son
He bit the bullet and did what’s right
He fed his family, and learned to cook
Man lived his life by the book
Then somehow Tom lost his way
He gathered demons, was led astray
As time went on, things got worst
There was no escaping his horrid curse
It haunted tom till late at night
It brought him pain and robed his life
It took everything he loved the most
It turned poor tom into a ghost
What was left was a shell of a man
His heart was cold and thoughts were bland
He couldn’t cook, he couldn’t clean
But worst of all he couldn’t dream
His life revolved around his curse
It's all he wanted, which made it worst
As life went on and tom simply drifted
We prayed the curse would one day be lifted
But then last night tom took his life
He probably thought he did what’s right
He may have wanted to end all the pain
Perhaps he'd finally had enough
He couldn’t paint, he couldn’t think
All he could really do was drink
That wretched booze had took his life
Tom couldn’t even love his wife
The worst part is that he was a good man
He took us camping, he showed us how
I was proud to call that man my dad
But it was the alcohol that drove him mad
Why he did it, we'll never know
He may have wanted to let us go
He may have thought it's what was right
Or maybe he just wanted to fucking sleep at night
So in the end what have I learned?
I've learned that life is quite absurd
One day we're here, they next day we're gone
I know that life's not all that long
So enjoy your time while you still have it
And watch yourself, don't pick up a habit
Cause life's too precious to throw away
Don't let yourself end up this way
RIP Tom C. (1964- 2007)
-February 15th 2007
The death of tom, much like his life
Seems like he tried to do what’s right
But tom didn’t die in a noble war
He had nothing left to be fighting for
He lived his life in different shades
Some were dark and some were grey
When he was young the shades were bright
But as he grew older day turned to night
In his prime he raised a son
He bit the bullet and did what’s right
He fed his family, and learned to cook
Man lived his life by the book
Then somehow Tom lost his way
He gathered demons, was led astray
As time went on, things got worst
There was no escaping his horrid curse
It haunted tom till late at night
It brought him pain and robed his life
It took everything he loved the most
It turned poor tom into a ghost
What was left was a shell of a man
His heart was cold and thoughts were bland
He couldn’t cook, he couldn’t clean
But worst of all he couldn’t dream
His life revolved around his curse
It's all he wanted, which made it worst
As life went on and tom simply drifted
We prayed the curse would one day be lifted
But then last night tom took his life
He probably thought he did what’s right
He may have wanted to end all the pain
Perhaps he'd finally had enough
He couldn’t paint, he couldn’t think
All he could really do was drink
That wretched booze had took his life
Tom couldn’t even love his wife
The worst part is that he was a good man
He took us camping, he showed us how
I was proud to call that man my dad
But it was the alcohol that drove him mad
Why he did it, we'll never know
He may have wanted to let us go
He may have thought it's what was right
Or maybe he just wanted to fucking sleep at night
So in the end what have I learned?
I've learned that life is quite absurd
One day we're here, they next day we're gone
I know that life's not all that long
So enjoy your time while you still have it
And watch yourself, don't pick up a habit
Cause life's too precious to throw away
Don't let yourself end up this way
RIP Tom C. (1964- 2007)
-February 15th 2007
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