You don’t know what you have until it’s gone,
And I don’t know what planet I’m from,
But it’s a place where pain is forbid,
And I know this because I have hid
From broken hours where those I love are thrown
Away, from this fragile heart I have grown.

Will they remember when I am dead
Of this pain that runs through my head,
I question if they will mourn
This sorrowed existence I have torn,
And when that noose hangs around my throat,
Will those who taunt me still gloat?
And when that bullet flies through my brain,
They’ll realise what I meant when I said I was insane,
Will they whisper of forgotten youth,
Or view my death as the solemn truth,
That we all yearn for the silence of the grave,
At the end of the day, I just wish I’m forgave.