when you're dead,
you can never tell how it turns out.
never see them fighting for your belongings.
even an hour after you've gone.
everyone is here,
you've held on,
and now you can let go.
it's funny that when you're dead,
you can't see the tears they cry,
and words they speak for you.
you can't see how pathetic they feel,
because they can't say anything to you.
you can't tell how they hold on,
thinking you're there.
if only you know how many times,
i picture me with you.
when you're dead and gone,
you can't feel that i miss you.
you can't hold me in your arms.
oh how i wish you weren't
dead and gone.
