Another question   Hangs in midair.   There's an answer,    I know it's out there.      Will anyone be aware   When confetti falls on my empty chair?   Like a one, two punch,   A surprise attack come at dawn.      Will they miss me when I’m gone?      Everyday,   The search seems necessary.   A final play,   A desperate hail mary.      There's so many things that I may have missed.   I hope the answer is as simple as this.   Will my friends be brave    'Till someone plays my favorite song?      Will they miss me when I’m gone?       Take a minute from their lives one by one,   And remember everything I had done?   And everything I’d been?   Or will the world just spin on and on?      Will they miss me when I’m gone?