I did not die, and yet I lost life’s breath

They don't know that I'm dead, and my ghost is holding on.

I wasn't really dead.

They buried my body And they thought I'd gone, But I am the Dance, And I still go on.

There's some that came here never believing they were dead. They insisted all the way that they were alive, it was a mistake, someone would have to pay; made no difference. There's others who longed to be dead when they were alive, poor souls; lives full of pain or misery; killed themselves for a chance of a blessed rest, and found that nothing had changed except for the worse, and this time there was no escape; you can't make yourself alive again.

Tell me this is the future,
I won’t believe you.
Tell me I’m living,
I won’t believe you.

None of us will live our whole lives. One day I will die too. Various stories will be made about me in the media. News will be made about that story. I will not exist after death. I will be on the other side. I can't even protest. So I want to come live and tell the truth while I'm still alive.

i did not die, yet nothing of life remained.

Why do you care that I’m dead when you’re still so afraid to live?” I

Nor could I have imagined that afterward I would spend the rest of my life explaining that death does not exist.

As long as they talk about you, you're not really dead, as long as they speak your name, you continue. A legend doesn't die, just because the man dies.

I still live.

I still live.

I stayed alive therefore I am.