Would you come to my funeral
Aroused by the sight of my lifeless corpse
So powerless
like you always wanted
Would it make you happy
to know that I could not speak up any longer
You would get your way
as I had given up
Would the though of me six feet under
give you hope that I'd never rise against you again
Would your mind finally rest
knowing my will could no longer be exercised
Would you read a eulogy
full of lies
About how you wished everyone could be at our wedding instead
How would you love again?