What I've left behind

Oh, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh , oh.
Yo, oh oh oh, oh, wow, oh.

Oy, from all what I've left behind,
the one that hurts the most,
is what I didn't leave.
Oy, from all I've left after me,
it's all hruting me,
that I didn't leave a sign, like I didn't live.

Oh, what I've left behind is one note,
a brown old coat,
books that I'd happily read again.
I've left behind also a camera,
the last pictures of me,
and now I'm out of pain.

Oh, I want to be remembered.
I don't want to be swampt-out.
Now I have this fear.
Once again this doubt.

Oy, from all I've left behind,
I'm agnry at what I didn't leave.
After all this time I've run,
now I have no sign that I lived.

Oh, what I've left behind is one note,
a brown old coat,
books that I'd happily read again.
I've left behind also a camera,
the last pictures of me,
and now I'm out of pain.

Oh, I want to be remembered.
I don't want to be swampt-out.
Now I have this fear.
Once again this doubt.

Oh, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh , oh.
Yo, oh oh oh, oh, wow, oh.

Oh, what I've left behind is one note,
a brown old coat,
books that I'd happily read again.
I've left behind also a camera,
the last pictures of me,
and now I'm out of pain.

Oh, I want to be remembered.
I don't want to be swampt-out.
Now I have this fear.
Once again this doubt.