Maybe

Life is transient,
as fleeting as the seasons
but tenfold in passion.
You and I are one,
just one in the crowd.
What would really happen,
if I were never born?

My shoulder, always there,
is suddenly gone.
You find yourself
alone,
crying into your lap
and wishing,
for someone to hold you
and fill the hollow that's left.

If just to avoid loneliness
anyone will do.
I'm not the only one,
who can set your sheets ablaze
and make, feeling tainted,
oh so right.
He'll teach you love
and he'll get it wrong.

Would you cry for me?
If one day you woke,
without my arms around you
and found yourself wanting,
missing me there.
Do I matter enough;
to stop you're life,
even for just a second?

In a world without me:

Maybe you're happier.
Maybe you're sadder.
Maybe your parents are still together.
Maybe mine are too.
Maybe you would trade me in for a wish.
Maybe I am that wish.
Maybe the world doesn't need me.
Maybe you don't either.

But that's not the point.

A world without me
just wouldn't be the same,
but it's not like you'd notice.
You don't know what you've got
even when it's gone,
but then again,
neither do I.