Walking at night alone

What if tommorow never came,
Would I just be forgotten,
Im just a blank paper forgotten and misplaced,
No one would care,
Sure a few may mourn for a week or two,
But after the eulogys been read no one will remember,
After Im buried and gone no one will remember,
I know she won't mind,
To her I am worthless, wasted, and castaway,
Or was her love sincere,
She'll just move on,
There are so many others in this dark world,
Others that can show her the light,
I tried though,
I tried to make her see,
But the film over her eyes was too thick,
Whether she know it or not,
I loved her.

But I dont really know what love is,
I just imagine that I did,
To make my self feel a little stronger.

My friends may remember my smile and face,
Eventually I'll pass like the storm in the night,
They will pick up the pieces of what I left behind,
To paint a false portrait,
That will satisfy the world.

With no one left to cry,
The pain doesnt hurt as much,
Its only a beesting,
to the pain of bieng burnt alive,
But it's always there eating me away,
It is a vulture and me,
I am the prey,
Ripped apart from the inside out.

What is left to live for,
On the verge of leaving this pathetic life,
And moving on to a more satisfying oasis,
It would seem nothing,
But I won't do it,
I can't do it,
Concience makes a fool of me,
And I allow it,
Just out of curiousity,
To see what beautifule things,
The sunrise will bring,
It probably won't be much better.

But maybe I'll have the chance to feel her love,
Cherished like the diamond it is,
I doubt such luck will befall me,
But I will live to feel,
And watch my tears fall,
Again