Wrong person

Staring at the light shining in my face,

See my lost loved ones,

knowing they're in their place.

But I'm not ready to leave

This world and all I love.

Go back to my house see my past,

Remember what I loved and still love.

Miss it all, I miss my past life love,

Does she miss me? I miss her greatly.

The lights shine brightly, I'm slipping

One last thing to see, which is me,

Going to my grave, lying in the dirt.

Watching few mourn for me,

yet not one whom I want them to be.