Lyrics

(Intro)
The root word of 'important' is 'import', which means to bring in. Just because you're not important doesn't mean you're not a burden

(Strophe)

I played by the rules, stayed out of the fray,
Paid my taxes on time, worked every day.
Kept my head down, never made a scene,
A life so spotless, it came out clean.
But the quiet path I chose to walk,
Left no reason for anyone to talk.
Now here I lie, forgotten and still,
A ghost with regret, a grave to fill.

(Refrain)

It’s the day of my funeral, no one’s around,
Not a tear, not a soul, just silence and ground.
I gave them my all, but it’s clear to see,
A quiet life leaves no legacy.

(Strophe)

Then there was you, and the years ran wild,
No rules, no plans, no home, no child.
We loved like rebels, laughed till we cried,
Lived for the thrill, let the rest slide.
But the fire burned out, and you slipped away,
Now echoes of laughter have nothing to say.
A life of indulgence, a life well spent,
But even wild flames can’t leave a dent.

(Refrain)

It’s the day of my funeral, no one’s around,
Not a tear, not a soul, just silence and ground.
I gave them my all, but it’s clear to see,
A quiet life leaves no legacy.

(Solo)

(Strophe)

The final years in a cozy old place,
Familiar smiles, a forgettable space.
I faded gently, no battles to fight,
Content in the day, alone in the night.
No names to call, no family to care,
Just the ticking clock and an empty chair.
Now here I hover, my story untold,
A grave unvisited, a body gone cold.

(Refrain Finale)

It’s the day of my funeral, and the joke’s on me,
A coffin of silence, no eulogy.
No footprints remain, no stories to tell,
Just a whisper of nothing, an echo in hell.
I gave them my all, but they just walked away,
Turns out a quiet life makes for a lonely grave.
Now I haunt my own failure, and it’s bittersweet—
Even death has no audience, no reserved seat.


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