Would you miss me?
Would you cry when I am gone?
Would you see me in the street,
Just to realize it's someone else?
Would you talk to me and hope that I hear you?
And would you talk to others about me still?
Or would you be too angry?
And rather pretend I never was at all?
Would you rent out my room to someone else?
And pretend it's always been that way?
Or would you move away from here,
And tell others you never had a daughter?
Or would you forgive me?
And realize that it's better this way?
Would you pray that I found peace somehow?
And hope that all is well with my once restless soul?
And burn candles and tell me about your day?
And tell others about the good times we once had together?
