What if tomorrow my life,
is nothing but a past.
A life lived way too shortly,
one that didn't last.
What if tomorrow I don't wake up,
to see your peaceful eyes.
What if my life is taken away,
before I am ready to die.
I have so much more left to do,
so many experiences I would miss.
The things I wouldn't get to say,
the feeling of your gentle kiss.
I am not ready to leave,
and I am too young to die.
I want to live longer,
I'm not ready to say good-bye.
But my end is coming fast,
so I want to tell you this.
Of all the people I am leaving behind,
it's you who I will miss.
