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Tomorrow When I'm Gone

An ode from a younger me

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.