May I Ask You A Favor

If it turns out that I am a mortal,
That my invincibility was fake,
Don't cry at my funeral,
It would be too hard to take.
Take my ashes and spread them,
On my baby's grave.
Spread some at the blue house,
Where my best memories were made.
Then toss the rest by the tree,
That I used to sleep in.
Nourish it like it nourished me,
Nourished my slipping sanity.
Don't have me in the paper,
Where my enemies would see,
Because they might be sorry for what they've done,
And they may start to weep.
Don't have a huge funeral,
Just a small one would do,
Please watch over my lover,
Or you'll lose him too.
But most of all,
Don't mourn my death,
No regrets,
Because while I would have died broken,
My best days were spent with you.
I'll be with my baby again,
My sweetest angel,
And when you die, I'll come to you,
To guide you back to me.
May I ask you this favor,
Have no regrets,
While I may have left,
We'll be together once again,
Please don't fret.