A walking corpse with a beating heart
Sends you her love with her smile
Though her beady eyes set her apart
She’ll still be around for a while

Go on as if she was not in the room
It’s difficult to look in her direction
Her expression blends into all the gloom
And her face holds a sickly complexion

But she’s doing the best that she can
And that’s all that should matter to us
She may not be toned she may not be tan
But we’ll help by not making a fuss

She tries her best to dance and sing
She attempts to make us all laugh
She doesn’t know what tomorrow brings
So she never lives life to only a half