Don't cry and say you love me while you're standing at my grave.
Maybe if you'd told me before this wouldn't have happened in the first place.
Don't visit my grave every week bringing flower and reminiscing on old memories.
Maybe if you made more of an effort to talk to me we could have made new memories.
Don't look to the skies at night telling me you miss me asking me why.
Maybe if you'd cared this much before,
I wouldn't be six feet under the floor.