If tomorrow I am gone,

you will all need to long.

Long for my laugh and smile,

long for my non-existent style.

The hardest part for you will be,

going through my room to see,

how sad and angry and hurt i was,

and all a sudden you will pause,

and think of how i used to be,

happy-go-lucky and full of glee.

Remember, not everything is as it seems

and life is not what is it used to be.