At the end you hear piano's and violins everywhere,
You just know this is the last concert you'll ever hear.
I guess I'm dead already,
Because in my head I only hear those things.
I see you,
Dropping a tear.
Sorry for being me all the time,
Just live on.
Without a tear,
Without a shout,
Without me.
I wasn't that important to you,
You just created that thought.
And I hate myself saying all this,
I'm not me anymore,
I'm dead.
You would'nt talk,
Hug,
Kiss,
A dead guy?
Would you?