If I should die before my time
burry me with my name
not the one my mother gave me
(I love you mom
but it's okay to be wrong)
my name
my name
my name
my name.
What's in a name?
What is a name?
Who would I be as a nameless being?
I can't be confined
to a grave that's not mine
to die eternally as mourners mourn
what has long been dead
silenced in death
more than in life
mother, you would weep, I think.
Let my name be carved
into stone.
Something something something alone.
If I should die before my time
burry me with a grave that is mine.