Here is my story-nA little sad of soul, a little wearynMaybe I am that?nWill nobody love me?nIs an empty heart and a conscience all I have?nIf i die tonight, if I give up the fightnWill you do something for me?nTell them my story, tell them wellnTell them everything you knownnI was born in the springtimenBorn of love and cradled in a misfit historynOf blind faith and pantomimenOh, I know what I am but I don't seenSo if I die tonight, if I give up the fightnWill you do something for me?nTell them my story, tell them wellnTell them everything you knownnSo if I die tonight, if I give up the fightnWill you do something for me?nSo if I die tonightnWon't you do something for me?nTell them my story, tell them wellnTell them everything you knownWon't you tell them my story?nWon't you tell them, tell themnTell them everything about menAbout me when I'm gonenWhen we're dead and gonenWhat will still be here?nWhat will carry on?nWhen we're dead and gonenWhen there's nothing leftnWhat will still be here?n