danny

one day i’m going to die.

i was wondering who’ll remember me.
who’ll write nice things about me.
who’ll tell everybody how nice it was to hang around with me
or else.

and i hope they’re doing it right now.
remembering me.
writing nice things about me.
telling everybody how nice is to hang out with me
or else.

cause i won’t give a damn for people that will do so after i die.
but i’ll care much for those ones that loved me while alive.

after all, it is so easy to love a memory,
and so difficult to love a human being…

This entry was posted on Wednesday, August 13th, 2003 at 02:27:48 and is filed under thoughts.