If I die tomorrow,
do not mourn my fading soul,
for I've been broken all my life
and finally, I'll be whole.
And if I die tomorrow,
no longer bound to Earth am I
for I'll be on the winds
using my wings to finally fly.
I used to think
I was everything
but now I know
I was wrong.
I'm not important
and I can't believe
it took me
so long
to realize that a shadow like me
fades in the morning light
and to realize that no one cares
if I am ever alright.
So if I die tomorrow,
don't say I mattered at all;
I know I don't 'cause no one
ever comes when I call.
And if I die tomorrow,
and you hear a lonely cry,
just know that was my final
lonely goodbye.