My life as a memory

If I die this moment and my life becomes just one memory, how would it be?
Parties, drinks, drugs, guys, music, millions of friends, having the time of my life.
I had a blast, that's for sure. It was fun, but where is the love?
Where is the meaning of my life, what difference have I made?
What have I left so the people can remember me?
Oh, I remember now, I remember that little piece of my life,
That piece that really meant something.
You, I remember you.
I remember how I loved you, it wasn't fun, it was painful.
I cried, I cried so much.
But I felt something, and I wouldn't change that for anything in the world.