When I die,
burn my body and destroy the ashes,
I want there to be no trace of me.
Do not love me,
do not cry for me,
tears would do better elsewhere.
Do not sit and think of me,
such thoughts are a waste.
Think of who matters.
When you see the places we used to go,
pass by and glance away.
Your eyes shouldn't be troubled by empty spaces.
But before I go,
look at me,
show me how little I mean to you.
No,
be quiet,
I've always known what you think of me.
So when you die,
I'll burn your body and destroy the ashes.
I want there to be nothing left of you.
I will not love you,
nor will I cry for you.
I will smile and carry on.
I will not sit and think of you,
I wouldn't waste the time.
I'll think of who matters.
When I pass the places we used to go,
my eyes will remain ahead,
my eyes will not be troubled by worthless spaces.
Before I go,
I want you to know,
that you mean nothing to me.