Until the day I die
And my body vanishes into thin air,
I know I will reply:
I promise you I will do what I can and care.
When will I be free
To perform my disappearing act
To not feel apart for being me
But to face the fact.
I will fade away someday
To a place far and unknown.
Maybe then you will see me in that way
And notice that I have grown.
My eyes want to close
And I start to come apart
Slowly departing, all my feeling goes
And for the last time breaks my fragile heart.