Will i remembered when I am gone, will it be for the right reasons or the wrong.                         When my body is derelict and cold and you think to yourself he wasn't that old, but you've never seen life thru these eyes.                 All of the conspirators with their tricks and their lies pulling sheep's clothing over their eyes.    Will you remember me with love or hate I can't do much about it now it's all to late.                              Will i meet Jesus at the end of the tunnel or Will I get ****** down that dark fiery funnel.                       Promise me that you won't forget me and that i will always be here even though it may cause tears.          Maybe tears of joy or possibly resentment if the latter is true it wasn't my intention.