I Beg of You to Pardon Me
Hello.
Have you seen what's left of me?
I'm not talking about this rotting corpse That I've been left sitting in.
I'm asking for what I once was, The image that people saw before
I forgot what it looked like.
Was it as good as I remember? The lovely memory I have of that me
This corpse must have been beautiful I'm sure of it
I hope people can remember That image of me
The snapshot of what surely was also the best for them as well.
I hope they remember that
May they reach for that time
So their hands
Can leave my corpse be
And so I can let go
And rot
In peace.
Have you seen what's left of me?