So what happens when we go?
Do we drift to another world?
Or do we watch a film of our lives played in slow?
To show the mistakes we made...
Watch ourselves as we grow,
Watch our parents hate us,
Lose the people that we know.
Is it just darkness?
Or is there something more to it,
Is it just lonliness,
Or will we never know what there is?
Maybe we exist as a memory,
Just a place in time forgotton,
Maybe I'll just be the ghost of me,
Or maybe I'll just remain cold and rotton,
Dead in my grave,
Covered with dry leaves and wilted flowers,
Maybe I'll just exist as a MeMoRy |
