If I were to die,
where am I to go?
Heaven or Hell,
I will not know.

I can't seem to be,
the man I want to be.
Nothing seems to turn out,
turns out right for me.

Let them remember me
for who I am.
A caring, passionate,
a loving man.

As I end my life,
in such violence.
Thinking of what was,
in my dead silence.

As I lay inside
this cold, dark grave.
I ask myself,
could this life have been saved?

As they say goodbye,
why do you cry?
For they don't know
that I had to die.