I bet if i died
they would pack my things away
they would take everything
till there was no trace
of me, Lille
They wouldn't morn
they wouldn't cry
they would not say my name
as if that nine letter word
was a curse not to be heard
they would bury me
with a small funeral
case closed, no tombstone
L-I-L-L-E-A-N-N-A a forgotten
name in the quite whisper of wind
forgotten just like now
unheard just like now
dead, gone just like now
i bet if i died