I want the number of hours I've been happy,
to equal the number of hours I've been living.
I want the number of hours I've spent crying,
To be the thing I forget first
when my memory fades.

I want the people that I've made happy,
To be the people that keep me living.
I want the people who've caused my crying,
to be the thing I forget second
when my memory fades.

If I find someone to love, I hope I make them happy.
If I find someone to love, they'll be what keeps me living.
If I find someone to love, I'll help them when they're crying.
If I find someone to love, I want to forget them last
when my memory fades