I can't tell you what is in my head
I'll shout on you instead
"I liked you better dead"

If I ever loved you
it was after you had died

Don't feel bad, my dear
it is me that is to fault
for the unfortunate result

your living figure haunts me
more than your ghost ever could

So hush, don't cry
don't waste your tears
on my unyielding ears

After all, you are still dead to me