Would you miss me?

Sometimes I wonder what would
happen if I died tomorrow.
Who would be told first, and who
would start to cry first?
Who would miss me the most?

Would you miss me?
Would you cry the hardest,
or would you try not to at all?
You're the extremist,
which would you do?

How can tell you I love you,
before I leave this place?
If I had the chance,
would you even listen to me?
Would you give me that look
you give me these days?

I can imagine the funeral.
I wonder how many wouldn't come,
and how many would be there for
you instead of me.
I wonder who would stand with you,
by your side, when I'm not there anymore?

I know who would hurt the most,
I know it wouldn't be you. Not anymore.
Can you imagine who would be
the one to try to forget me first?
We both know who that would be.

Will you let someone take my place,
before the new grass grows on my grave?
Is there already someone waiting?
Something tells me there is.

Who would comfort you?
Who would hold you, in front of my family?
Who would hold your hand,
for everyone to see?

Why would you let me go like that?
Is it that easy for you?
Would it be that easy for you?
Tell me, is it that easy for you?
Would you be the one to kill me?