Will you be there for me when I lose my way, or will you make sure I don’t get away. Will you make me stronger with every breath I take, or simply leave me in a state of heartache. Will you be there to confront me when I get real sad, or will you get mad. Will you wait for me in heaven, and look for me around twelve O seven. Will you still love me when I’m gone, or will you simply move on.