Goodbye

When I was little
I was taught that the world wasn\’t my story
All the tears I will cry
Wouldn\’t even make up a sea
Tell me how I\’ll be found…When I was little
I was taught that the world wasn\’t my story
All the tears I will cry
Wouldn\’t even make up a sea
Tell me how I\’ll be found
Let it be known
Tell me who will become still
When I am shown
I never wanted fame
Cause when we are dead it\’s all the same
Human mortality is a test on our memory
Let me know when I\’ll go
Will I be loved
Will someone care I\’m not there
I\’ll stop hoping stop wishing
stop singing stop living
Stop, I\’ll stop
I\’ll stop moving stop breathing
Stop thinking stop living
Stop, Just stop
And I\’ll be forgotten in time
no matter how hard I try
I\’ll be a wasted life
So this is my goodbye
Wake me when I
have the courage to die
Cause I\’m too scared to try
I am a wasted life
So this is my goodbye