If I were to die today, would you cry at my funeral?
If I were to tell you what I did behind closed doors, would you continue to ignore my existance?
If I were to tell you how I really felt would you hold me?
Or would you pretend that my problems didn't exist?
Keep pretending to miss all the clues and keep pretending that I'm fine.
If I were to die today, would you even notice?
