When tomorrow comes—the day I die I desire that all of you cry As hard as the laughs I never once saw You had with me, not at me. When tomorrow comes that I'm at peace Comfort me with all the tears That somehow marks The place I used to be And notice it's empty When time passes by and I'm not here May I have an altar A tombstone to which I am adored and remembered For all the things I've done You never told me mattered. When I am gone Promise me you'll cry. You owe me the tears and pain. Feel in my death What I used to feel in life.