What would happen?
How would you feel?
Would it matter,
If I weren't here?
What if I died tonight?
What would you do?
And I wonder
If it would matter to anyone.
Would anyone cry?
Would anyone even feel sad?
Would anyone come to my funeral?
Would there even be one?
Would I look down (or up)
And see sad people?
Or would my parents and peers
Go on, as if I were never apart of their lives?
How would they feel
If tomorrow,
I didn't make it somewhere,
And died on the way there.
What would their reaction be?
Would they feel as if
They'd been robbed of something great?
Or as if something disturbing
Was removed from their sights.
What if I died tonight?
Would the freedom I've been praying for
Finally arrive?
Will I finally feel at peace?
Will my heartbreak disappear?
Would the one who caused it care?
Would he cry,
Think it were all unfair?
Would he stare at the stars,
Begging for forgiveness?
Or maybe, just maybe,
For a second chance?
But here it is baby.
I'm still here.
Here's your second chance.
And I'm not going anywhere.