If I left today, who would miss me?

If I packed my bags today and left, who would cry?

If I would to walk until one day I eventually died, who would wish they said goodbye?

 

But if I would to stay here today everyone would hate me. 

But if I stay with bag unpacked in one place, I would be the one who cries

But if I lie in bed till I grow old I will wish I was the one who said goodbye.