Makes me ponder on all of the things,
That'll come, and those that will never be,
The man I'll become, the things I'll do and see.
I drift away and go to,
A time when I'm not around,
I wonder if someone'll still remember me,
Even after I'm buried six feet underground.
If you love me, remember me,
Think of me for a while and then let me go,
If you hate me, cast me out and be free,
Life's too precious to waste it so.
I can't wrap my head around the "not being here",
Guess the "where do you go" part's got me knee-deep in fear,
I wanna live before I die,
But I also wanna remain, after I fly.
When I've shed my last look upon the world,
And everything around me grows thin,
Will I hear the solemn cry of a colourful girl,
While I'm slipping into an unknown setting.