If I pretend it’s just a dream will it still bother me? Will it still shake me from my sleep screaming, “you’ve gotta take control of your life. Don’t ignore all your pains. Don’t throw away the one thing you’ve fought to attain.” If I keep running at this pace will it chase after me? Will it wait ’til I lose my breath to take away what I have left behind, scratched from your mind–that’s me in the picture, content at the moment, so happy with life ’cause I feel I’m on top of the world. I know that the world won’t stop if I leave. But tell me you’ll forget me not, no promise me. Cross my heart and hope to live through these memories, because that’s all life really is. A moment’s worth is what you make it–make mine worth a lot. And forget me not. I never told you but sometimes I feel that this world I see has no place for me. But it’s your open arms, honest eyes, attentive smile that can make me feel the seasons they change just for me. And only me. I’m more than just a fucking song. I’m more than just a friend. I’m more than any role this world can place on me. And I’m not afraid to die because I’m not afraid to live while I’m alive. When you think of me, always keep those words in your mind.