When death will close my eyelids,
And my heart will cease to beat,
When my restless body,
Will finally be still,
And my finger tips ,
Will forever freeze.
Will you , miss me when I'm gone?

My wavy hair will never fly,
My cheeks will remain completely dry,
Will your's remain dry too?
Or will you shed that fake teardrop,
Forcefully, to show everyone ,
That you miss me too?

When I die ,
I'm sure I'll have people around,
People who forgot me ,
When I had pain surround .

But will you miss me?
Will you miss me when I'm gone?

My lips will cease to move,
To tell thy , that I'm human too,
My lips shall never move,
To beg for acceptance,
Which never happened to come true.

One sweet thought ,
My soul shall cherish,
Which it never did ,
Until it's perished.

Perished for good , maybe.
Will you miss me when I'm gone?

Perhaps you'll plant some flowers,
On my unworthy grave,
And read that letter of fake praise.

Maybe you'll forget me,
Or be happy that I'm gone,
You seemed to have never cared,
When , my thoughts ,
I wanted to share .

Broken things like me ,
Are meant to be left alone.
When,
Only hatred and sorrow, life had shown.

Even if you weren't there,
I'll be with you.
Look at the sky,
And spot the brightest star ,
That'll be me.
In your dark days,
I'll help you with my light.

One last time let me tell you,
Even if you don't miss me,
I'll miss being with you.