Feel the tears roll down your face.
Hear my words fade with the wind.
Regret the words you didn't say,
the thoughts you kept while I was here.

Feel my hand lossen its grip.
Feel the warmth leaving my corpse.
Shed a tear to show you care.
Call for me even if I'm not there.

Two years from now will you remember
the laughs and joy we used to share?
Will you even dream about me?
Will you think of me every now and then?

And now as I leave the body,
would you tell me why you had to wait
for something to happen to me
to show that you really cared?