If I were to go...
Would you miss me?
If I never came back....
Would you cry?
Would your tears bring closure?
If I were to vanish...
would you care?
If I pulled the trigger...
Took the leap...
Slid the knife...
Tied my noose...
Would you be there...
At my funeral...
Staring dead at the ground...
Because you knew...
I was broken...
But hell...
Aren't we all?
Life is just another struggle...
And I...
I was another who gave up...
Not because I had no friends
Or because I see myself as ugly
Or because I'm useless
Or because I'm a fuck up
Or because of the pain...
No...
Because of you...
If I went on...
Would you go on with me?
Would you be my shadow?
Following me through heaven and hell?
Because I know my future holds alot of both...
But when it's too rough and you decide to...
Pull the trigger....
Take the leap...
Slide the knife...
Tie your noose...
I'll be there...
Talking in your ear...
Pleading your return...
I never thought of life like this...
In your eyes...
The trouble I put you through...
And the hate I put upon you...
The guilt...
The lies...
The truth...
The pain...
The burden I left in you...
To carry by yourself...
So I ask you...
If I were to go...
Would you miss me?
Would you weap?
Would miss me?
Would you follow in my footsteps?
Or would you make me proud and live on?
Live on my friend...
