If I died tomorrow,

What would it mean to you?

Would you break down into tears,

Or go on as you normally do?

Do you really care,

Or is it all an illusion?

Love, hate. Hate, love.

We're all dazed with confusion.

You say you hate me but you care.

I'll never know what I am to you.

All this pain and loneliness,

I know you've shared it too.

I'm inside of you.

You're inside of me.

We're alike but we're different.

Everything inside, you can see.

You are me.

I am you.

You feel my pain.

I know what you've been through.

We're the same but different.

Different but the same.

The pain we feel is constant,

But who is left to blame?

If I died tomorrow,

What would it mean to you?

Would you break down into tears,

Or go on as you normally do?