What would you do if i die tomorrow?
Would you sit there and weap and sorrow?
Would you simply waste away the day?
Or would you tell yourself it would be okay?
Would you hold a picture of me close to your chest?
Or would you come and see me to pay your respect?
Would you listen to a song that brought me to the mind?
Or would you go out and commit a crime?
Would you try your best to go on this life?
Or in grief slit your wrist with a knife?
Would you lite a candle every year on the day i died?
Or you simply said,’ i miss you so much, i wish you were here by myside…’