Maybe people start to care if I die.
Maybe people will notice if I said goodbye.
Maybe people would talk it out of my head.
Maybe people will talk to me until I fall asleep in bed.
But who am I fooling.
I will soon be laying dead in the cooling.
I'll only exist in the world up above.
If you cry, I will send a white dove.
Who'll be with you.
I know I'll go out of the blue.
But the sky will still be clear.
The sun will still shine without me here.
When I'm going don't shed a tear.
