Whatever

Whatever happens. If i leave and you stay, and if the lights go dim, i might cry, years after years and years, but i think ill be fine. Whatever happens, if we are gone after a week or if we keep in touch until the end. I will be grateful thankful and happy you happened to stumble into our circle of friends. Songs I write now could never be the same anymore when i'm gone. Maybe its a good thing. Maybe not so much. We never know. Maybe we never will. You gave me all the happiness i could ask for and all the strain i could never want. I hope your life is good as much as mine.