At the Gate

If I died, would you regret not returning my call?
Or would you wish you'd never ignored it at all?
I feel darkness surrounding, such a familiar dream.
I feel sleep coming fast while the ambulence screams.
Sing me to sleep, honey, sing me away.
From the lie that things will get better one day.
If I die, will you wish that you had said more?
Asked me how I was, before you shut the door?
I feel cold and alone and I just need some rest,
From the hurt and the pain and being second best.
In minuted escapes to a whole different land,
I'm never alone with ghosts holding my hand.
And I open my eyes and reality hits me like a bus.
I'll remember the sweet friends and memories of us.
So, if I die, will you regret every bad thing?
Would you wish you had got to hear me sing?
One more day, I can't take more fake smile,
When I know deep down I haven't felt good in a while.
So when I'm gone, would you picture all the signs,
Wish you has asked me what was on my mind?
And not stayed in silence, while I stood at the gate,
Now its far too painful, too sad, and too late.