Omen

It's almost like I'm drowning
Only water wouldn't be so crude
Gasping for air I reach up
I reach out
No one's there

She wanted me for my money
He wanted me for my fame
They liked when I made music
They don't even know my name

It's almost like hanging
But the swing is just a thud
No branching to give
I find myself
Alone

When I had no more to spend
When I had no more fans
When my voice cracked
When my heart broke

I stood in the midst of war
I watched bullets whiz by my head
I tried to fight 
But weak I am
I stood alone
I died.