I don't know why, but sometimes I wonder deeply
what I would do if you passed away.
I thinks of words. (Think of words)
Words that I wish I told you by the end.
Dead messages I can still say to you.
Why should I sit with fear?
We all know that tragedies are never fair.
Wait, do I have an issue? 
Dreaming you're gone just to see if I miss you.
No! NO! It hurts to imagine:
Letting go and wearing black the day we know you're NEVER COMING HOME!
WHO DECIDES IT'S OUR TURN TO GO? WHO DECIDES?
Live, because you're dying. (Quickly)
I'm still trying.
(We don't really know) No! Life is a show, and tragedies are never fair.
We're all given a script that's been written. (BLINDLY, BLINDLY)
Unaware of who will be.
Who will be cast?
Who will be cast to come home?
Time can be unforgiving.
Status quo on the living.
(Unknown) What will I
(Second home) most remember
(Buried) from our time
(Unexposed) spent together?
When am I to go?
Who'll be there to notice?
Will I go alone?
Who'll be there?
(Who'll write my obituary once I find the cemetery?)
Live, because your dying. (Quickly)
I'm still trying.
(We don't really know.) No! Life is a show, and tragedies are never fair.
We're all given a script that's been written. (BLINDLY, BLINDLY)
Unaware of who will be.
Whoi will be cast?
Who will be cast out?
I don't know why, but sometimes I wonder deeply
what you would do if I passed away.