I wonder who would care if I was gone
Who would ponder over my unknown legacy
Who would cry right next to me
Whose pain I would feel
Who's whimper would be the last ones I hear
Who would cry on my chest
Who would do nothing more than look away
Who would celebrate my life
Who would rejoice in my demise
Who would carry on in my place
Who would cry all night
But most of all I wonder miss me
Who would wonder where I am
How my lover would move on
And who would not comprehend
What would happen next
What stories people would tell
Who would say I'm in heaven
Who would say I'm in hell
Who would make my stories sell
Who would make me famous
Who would know my works
Who would know my passion
Who would know it hurts
But who most of all would know my worth