Last Will and Testament of Ryan Crowe

I want to be remembered,
For the things I had said,
As though my words helped you live,
My words are scribbled in pages,
Of your child's notebook and,
Carved into the insides of your mouth.

I want to be forgotten,
Should I cause you pain,
And left by the wayside again,
My actions erased from memories,
Leaving only the good times,
In the hollows of your bones.

I want to be celebrated,
For the love I used to spread,
Because even after my death,
The impact carries on,
Through the hearts of my own,
Into the hearths of their homes.

I want to be hated,
Should I leave the earth in strife,
As if a single tear were shed,
From the fear of my name,
If it passes your lips like poison,
Burn my picture by candlelight.

I want to be loved,
My funeral is a gathering,
For all of those who cared.
Sing songs to my coffin,
With no sign of pain or despair.
Sing to my memory, like I'm singing to you today.