π with a side of sorrow

• I’m not proud of my accomplishments in life and its true

When I die I’ll be only proud of a few

• I don’t know how I’ll feel before I die

There is not much to do when you’re a sad little guy

• I’m not proud of remembering 80 numbers of pi

For those numbers do not stop my cries

• Why do you cry people may wonder and ask

Because of loneliness and laziness and mistakes of the past  

• People say then don’t be lazy do the right thing

But then there is something wrong with me for that is not satisfying

• For why must I do this if I’ll only end up dead

No will remember me or anything I have done or said

• But these memories are for me and only me alone

About my friends family and home

• And I’m not proud of my accomplishments I know this to be true

But my most treasured one was meeting you