Gone.

In a simple state of mind you can shed tears that they're gone,

Or you can smile because they have lived.

You can close, isolate yourself and pray that they'll come back

Or you can open your eyes and see all they've left.

Your heart can concave internally and your heart empty,

Or you can be full of the love you shared

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday

Or you can be happy for tomorrow

Because of yesterday

You can remember them and only that they're gone

Or

You can moralise the memory of them and let that live on.

You can cry and close your mind,

Be empty-turn your back,

Or

You can do what they'd want:

Smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

All in which are pathetic so pour away your sorrow,

Become numb and cherish the non existence of mental sadness.