Love From The Eyes Of The Broken Hearted
If I died tonight
Would you even notice?
Would you shed a tear for me?
Would you miss me on those rainy days?
Would you regret things you didn’t say?
Would you ever be the same?
Or would I not even be a footnote, on you happy story-book play?
Would you be there at my funeral
With a black rose in your hand
Tears on you cheeks, away from the sun
Would you be surrounded by people?