and when i die, you'll find letters that i've written about you, some will be bad, some will just be a sentence, and some will be 7 pages long, im going to be remembered, not because I was famous, or popular, ill be remembered by the ones who loved me and the ones who will miss me, that's actually all that matters to me, but then it gets me thinking, who actually does love me, and who actaully will miss me, sometimes i want to fake my own funeral just to see who would come but then i come back to reality and i realize no one would show up.