You're going to miss looking into my eyes when I'm gone. When my soul leaves my body you're going to regret leaving me behind. When my eyes close for the last time and I draw my last breath, you're going to wish you'd stayed. If I wake up, you'll regret staying for as long as you did. And if I never go to sleep, you'll be here by my side.
Missing you has been fun, bud, but wishes can only take me so far. I'm already gone inside. Don't forget to remember me.