who am I not to go Yes I want to stay but, this is not my home I do see how broken your eyes can be But, when I'm gone wont you remember me. I can see how bad it can be Broken by my long lost dreams As death douse sound like my melody I ask you when I'm gone what will you remember of me?
Do you remember my smile the time I lived for a wail Do you remember the times I cried and even the ones in witch we fight Who am I not to follow to fight, falls hope its to hard to swallow And in death I do part with such sweet sound silent are tears as I am laid down
So dear friend I have asked this thrice Will you remember the pain of my vise I did cry, and I did fall The pain I paint the words on the wall So my vary last words my friend. I will say this once agene What will you remember when I am gon