Fading light.

Now I could be wrong.
I could be right.
It seem's like there is a rule book for everything.
You have to do it this way.
Not your way.
The thing is, when I leave this world.
I wanna leave how I want.
Will I be missed?
Who will cry?
Who will die a little inside without me?
I don't fear death.
I'm going to choose how I die, no one can take that from me.
The reason's are here.
Nothing's simple when it come's to me.
I'm like a light slowly fading into the dark, where will I end up?

I wonder...