I don't believe in Heaven and I don't think there's a Hell
I might believe in ghosts, but it's too early to tell
I'm scared that when it's over we'll just wander through the dark
Just forever always searching for a way to leave our mark

No one wants to be forgotten, we all wish we would stand out
But the universe hears whispers even when we try to shout
It's so sad, but it's true, that we all just disappear
No matter how much good we've done, they'll forget that we were here

We all try our very best, hoping that we will be heard
Spilling out our very souls, and loudly spewing every word
Just wishing and hoping that when we're dead and rotten
Perhaps by at least one, we won't be forgotten