Tears in my eyes
Hands on a knife
Such a sad life
I've had to disguise

I'll be going to hell
I wish you well
Grief is a spell
Can't you tell

Don't send flowers
No one's died in hours
But me, I'm a coward
So, don't turn sour

Based on your insecurity
I figured you wouldn't care for me
You finally saw me
And now you're starting to miss me