8.3

8.3 remaining are you listening..

look at my face before the light goes out..

and you'll forget the only light you ever knew..

come and welcome the darkness and cold anew..

I want you to feel the warmth before you freeze..

and remember the sky and the summer breeze..

feel my touch as i lay beside you..

realize that we grew before we wither..

just 8.3 and what are you thinking?.

we're you satisfied with the life you were living?

if not then you should because you had time to bother..

while others have long gone, had no chance to ponder..

don't let the lights go out and the warmth grow cold..