If I were to die before I said goodbye,
It would be the saddest day that ever passed.
Not for me, i would be dead,
But for all the things that were left unsaid.

The words of wisdom hidden deep,
That never got there chance to speak.
The old and young become alike,
As they talk of the naughty garden sprite.
The drunken banter of neighbours near,
Or the thanks and cheers of your closest peers.

What days that seemed so filled with fun,
Those memories that you shared are gone.
We treat each day so carelesly.

Thats why the saddest thing to me,
Is never saying I need you.