If I left this world todayPacked my bags and went awayWould you miss me much again?Would you know you were my friend?If one day, you found I’d goneLeft my things and went alongWould you still remember me?Or would I pass into the sea?And if one day, I up and diedTook some pills to commit suicideWho would you have to kick aroundAfter you put me in the ground?
Gone
March 27th, 2001 | poetic