Coffin

I know they're building a coffin in my size

They know it won't be long until my soul dies

I am not quite ready for me to die yet

Though I'm not sure I have a say in it

Just wish i could take a break from me

Only a minute to make thoughts leave

Lately I've felt like such a waste of air

Tired of supervision, followed anywhere

It comes down to either they leave or I do

I tried though they found a way back too

What is the meaning behind this mess

Life feels empty and kind of pointless