It's all up to me
That's what I wanna see
The day after my death
The people for whom I've faith
They'll come and cry π
And say, β Why did you die? "
βOh no! Why did you go?
Didn't you love me so?"
But none will answer their question
None will tell about my depression
I'll be burning in front of some eyes
And you'll say that my death should be a lie
Then you'll come back home
I know you'll be all alone π€
You'll play my favorite song
And say, β The times are feeling so long"
Everyone will say that . . .
β The girl was not too bad! "
But one year after my funeral
Will you still cry for me? Was our love real?
Or I'll be a past, just some sweet memories
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Β©adine
A