When I Die

Just walked past a graveyard thinking I'll be there one day Even the most fearless get scared some days When I'm laid to rest, I wonder who'll be laid by my side Will it be a stranger, or someone close I had in my life? If me and the stranger had met, would we have been friends and created memories? Would we have hated each other and been enemies? Would we have fallen in love with the same girl? Is there a reason we lay side by side in death, despite not coming from the same world? Will friends and loved ones tell the truth about me? Say I was damaged and broken, or lie and try to change views about me Will they paint me as a saint and act like I did no wrong If you didn't laugh with me, you have no right to cry when I'm gone Will people live in regret and think about things they wished they should have said? How many of my exes will go to my funeral just to make sure I'm dead? I don't think any, most of us ended on good terms I just hope their heart is free and the love no longer burns I hope when I die, no one I know is in tears Just because I lost my life, doesn't mean they will have lost there's When I die I wonder who will be laid by my side But until my heart stops, I'm just going to enjoy my life