someday, when my life is over
would you still remember
someone like me…
would anyone ever notice
or even just care or miss
someone like me…
and when that day comes
would i be prepared
to face the truth that lies
would i be scared that i
would face the truth through lies
i wish you would care and miss
or even just notice, (im gone)
hope you would remember
when my life is over
there was once someone like me…
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