When I lay down,

I see me dead.

When I get up,

I feel that dread.

Will this breath be my last to give

or will these lips live on to sin?

Will my eyes see you again,

and will you be smiling or crying then?

In the end, I can only dream we were--

even if you can not recall my name.

In the end, I can pretend I said goodbye

and that you refused to say the same.