If I was dieing,
Would you be crying,
You would tell me to be strong,
While I act like nothing is wrong,
Wrong or right,
It's black and it's white,
We know it will come to an end,
But all I will need is a friend,
When I die I will be carried,
But I just may not get the chance to get married,
As my life long dream may not come,
Neither will my guitar have its last strum,
Where will this go,
I really do not know,
I love life as it is now,
But I believe it is time to take a bow.
Would you be crying,
You would tell me to be strong,
While I act like nothing is wrong,
Wrong or right,
It's black and it's white,
We know it will come to an end,
But all I will need is a friend,
When I die I will be carried,
But I just may not get the chance to get married,
As my life long dream may not come,
Neither will my guitar have its last strum,
Where will this go,
I really do not know,
I love life as it is now,
But I believe it is time to take a bow.
