I know what it's like to be forgot
For the phone to never ring once
To drive up to that house just to see all the lights out
To be so alone that your tears echo throughout the empty streets
I know what it's like to hold that knife and contemplate using it

I want to be remembered
Just once I want that phone to ring
To knock on the door of the once dark house to be greeted
To laugh so loud among others our voices become one throughout the empty streets
I want to know what it's like to never have picked up that knife

Just once...