• What will I do if you die?
    Will i be sad? Or depressed?
    Or will I say “I’ll get over it…hopefully”

    If I can’t live with out you can I die?
    Or would you want me to live?
    When I think of your face…can I cry?
    When I imagine your voice are you really there?

    If I wake up at midnight crying
    Then I see a shape
    Is it you?

    Are you there to tell me not to cry?
    To ell me not to worry?
    To tell me you’re watching over me?

    Now I feel you embracing me in your arms
    And I turn to cry into your chest
    Then I fall onto my bed.

    When I'm curled up in to a ball wishing I could die
    You won’t be there to tell me it will be ok.
    Then I will only cry harder.

    I can promise you that I won't be depressed
    I can’t promise you that I would cut.
    But the one thing I can promise you is that…
    I love you and I won’t stop thinking about you