The way it's

I often think about death,
Being an abnormal being,
Because when mine life is full,
I have no reason to make the world full,
Sometime them judge I and I unjustly,
But they remember not,
Not to judge a fellow being,
And some friends just pretend,
For their words only end in their mouths,
You can even see their real selves in their eyes,
But the price I pay depends on how I play,
A being can never knee before a fellow being.

Double_O Franklyne.