gone too soon that's what they'll say when they cry at my grave they'll read my note and wish that I would have stayed they won't understand that the world wasn't right for me they won't understand the fire in my head they won't understand the want to be dead gone too soon is what they would have said if I chose to die and not fight but I fight so they won't have to cry I fight so they won't think I left too soon I want them to be happy I see how they care I'll let them give me flowers while I'm still here flowers on my grave are far away the headstone with my name can wait the coffin shouldn't be ordered I won't make them worry about a hearse my pain is a curse yet they are my blessing one day I'll die but not today