They say life is a show that must go on,
but what happens when the show is over,
when the music fades,
the sun sets, and the curtains close?
Will everyone forget the wrong I've done,
the pain I caused?
Will they clap when the show is over—
find reasons for me to be missed?
Will the ones I love—
when they feel empty—
keep me
in their memory?
I've caused pain,
made people cry,
broken hearts—
but will any of that matter
when the curtains close?
Tears have been shed.
Will they care what I've done?
Will they stutter my name?
Will I be able to rest easy—
knowing everyone thinks of me fondly,
and leaves out the rest?
The ones who once hated me,
will they be able to forget,
and love me for the memory I bring—
leave out the rest?
Please, find a reason for me to be missed.
Forget the rest.
Time is ticking—
I only have so much—
time,
before the curtain
makes the credits roll.
Please, don't resent me
for the things I've done.
Leave the hatred,
leave the pain,
the tears—
with the closing curtains.
Find reasons to miss me.
Let me live as a fond memory—
before my time comes,
and the curtains close.
