Suppose I died tomorrow,
wouldnt you feel bad?
Sing songs chock full of sorrow,
remorse and regret of being oh,
so mad at me in my last few months as a living,
breathing young man.

Suppose I died tomorrow, wouldnt you feel bad?
Suppose I died tomorrow,
don?t you think you?d wish, you?d dropped your grudge? ?cause now your picking up posies with your numb clenched fist.

And laying them by my coffin, you cry, you can shout,
but you can?t change this. Suppose I died tomorrow
don?t you think you?d wish?

Suppose I died tomorrow,
would you go to my family? Would you look them in the eye and say ?I gave up on him as he gave up on me?
and would you finally believe all the times I said I?m sorry. Suppose I died tomorrow,

would you go to my family?
Suppose you died tomorrow,
at least I?d know I tried, maybe not enough,
but with whatever might,

I could muster in a troubled time ?cause I?m done with all my pride and if you don?t know that I love you, you?ll never know that I love you.
Suppose I died tomorrow, oh, suppose you died tomorrow, suppose we died tomorrow at least I?d know I tried.