LATE for my OWN funeral

Pallbearer at My Own Funeral (Verse 1) Walking this road alone, carrying my own stone, Pallbearer at my funeral, chilled to the bone. Nobody left to call, nobody picking up the phone, Built this life from nothing, now I'm reaping what I've sown. Faces in the crowd but everybody's looking away, Had a million things to say but ran out of days. Clock ticking loud now echoing through the haze, Spent my whole life running, got lost in the maze. (Chorus) Pallbearer at my own grave, carrying the weight, Showed up to my own funeral, arrived too late. Regrets on my shoulders, heavy as stone, Lived my whole life fighting, but I died alone. (Verse 2) Memories like chains dragging through the dirt, Never thought the ones I loved would be the ones that hurt. Whispers at the graveside, flowers on the ground, King of my own castle but nobody's around. (Verse 3) Ghosts of yesterday still haunting every turn, Bridges that I crossed are the ones I had to burn. Dance of life is fragile, learned that lesson hard, Pallbearer at my funeral, playing my last card. (Outro) Curtains closing slowly, final bow is taken, Everything I built up, everything forsaken. Pallbearer at my own tale's end, In this twist of fate — I transcend.