When I truly move on,
Will you cry for me?
When you will have lost me,
Will you cry for me?
When I'm gone for good,
And exist only in your memory,
Will you be hurt?
Will you mourn for me?
Will you remember me?
Even when I won't be there,
When I won't start the conversation,
When I'll have climbed the final stair?
Would you regret not saying something?
And would you regret not cherishing me while I lived?
Would you be overcome with emotion,
While saying something to my casket?
I don't fear death,
What I do fear -
Is the pain it will cause,
Only to the ones who cared and held me dear...
But at the same time,
I seem to fear...
That no one might mourn my passing,
That no one might care enough to cry for me...
It's conflicting to be honest,
And I can't seem to find a way out...
So would you cry for me,
When I will finally be set free?
