I've decided to make a poem out of the little sentence, so I did that, so I'm an idiot, but Let's get on with it.

When I'm six feet under and the worms see the color of my soul They won't be able to differentiate what part is mine and which is yours.
When I'm six feet under and the bugs feel my fingertips. 
I remember how they brushed your hair They will search for that sweetness everywhere 
When I'm six feet under and the maggots enter my brain Ttey will feel what I felt for you 
Maybe I should love you and ruin you, break you in two, be who I am and true to you 
But in the process corrupt your views of right and wrong and you'll have to start anew 
Maybe leave you, never to return my name, a fantasy for your stomach to churn, a person whose name you wish you could ignore To burn out of your chest, never again have to learn this mess, 
A 3 a.m. Kind of name one you wish you could just hide away like the shame that comes with the blade, a promise to yourself betrayed 
Remain your friend, remain content, knowing just ahead is life's deep end And oh, I will drown in my feelings for you, and no more feelings to amend, 
no more pity to extend, and no more Love to intend, and I won't be another loose end 
When I'm six feet under and the beetles finish what's left of my heart 
They will feel the sorrow that I reap and mistake it for their own heartbeat