I hope that when I turn evil,
When I am the last thing you want to see,
When I disgust you the most,
When you hate me to the core,
When you wish I were dead,
You will not forget,
You will remember the little things I did,
You will not give up on me,
You will look for the light that was within me,
You will find it in you to love me once more,
Please don’t forget,
The old me that was.

But then I pray,
That the light in me will never dim.