If you disappear without a trace,
And no one remembers you,
Did you ever exist in the first place?
If this is the case.... All you can do is view,
View, As the world goes on and on.... And you see those who you thought you were close with
Not caring if you where ever there And just the sight is enough to stab through your heart as if it is a knife
And while you are in the afterlife....
You see those whom you once considered friends whose actions you considered nothing but wholesome
All of the new actions...all you can see is malicious strife