Before death kisses you,
I hope you get the chance to be free.
The chance to put the performance down.
Dispose the clown mask that hides the frown.
I hope you get a chance to wiggle your toes, let your heart be barefoot.

Before death kisses you,
I hope you escape your demons. 
That you evolve beyond the man the rumors on the grapevine spread.
I hope you age- develop taste.
I hope you get a chance to practice what you believe.
I hope you start treating women better than you treated me.

Before death kisses you,
I hope your lies catch up to you.
I hope they swarm you like locusts and leave you barren,
so you have no choice but to confront your soul. 
I hope once your soul is bare you're able to see yourself for who you really are-

And you do something about it.