History of Dieing

I had this idea about dieing.
in a world where i knew no more bounds.
It involved my life going to peices,,
by a house that would blow on command.
The death threat i got on my cell phone.
i had 17 seconds to live.
The house i was in blew to peices,,
all the cops found were my chared remains.
CNN, FOX had it covered,,
how a girl died in that lonely home.
But little did they know i was way outta town,,
on a plane flying way, way away.
I found you at your home alone.
you were sitting there sobbing fer me.
I knocked on your door and your jaw dropped.
You’d no idea that i was alive.
You hugged and embrassed me
till i gasped for air,
and wacked you in hopes you’d let go.
And now i’ve a history of dieing,
i’m too willing to leave things behind.
But sooner or later it’ll be fer real,
and i’ll return to you one final time….