Losing Friends Somewhere You've Made None

What if I told you I'm the last person you'll ever meet?
Would you treat me kindly?
Everyone you know will still be around, same as always
Are they enough?

Why would you predicate your life on people you have yet to meet?
(Something great's expecting you out there)
To deposit all your hope on something out of your control
Is the way to the least sympathetic kind of personal tragedy

Ghosts of no one
Come to haunt you
All funerals you won't attend
Marching down your street
In brightly coloured dresses
You see no new faces at all

Why would you predicate your life on people you have yet to meet?
(Something great's expecting you out there)
To deposit all your hope on something out of your control
Is the way to the least sympathetic kind of personal tragedy



Credits
Writer(s): Will Wasem
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