When she died, I felt no sadness.
When she lived, I held the pain.
When she lied, I showed her kindness.
When she cared, I forgot her name.
If you see her walking on the streets,
Tell her I hated her so.
But if you see her up in Heaven’s gates,
I want you to let her know:
When she laughed and danced with all her joy,
The stars fell from the night.
When she cried and became just a toy,
I smiled and told her why.
If she sends me letters through the mail,
I’ll rip them and burn them black.
But if she sends me letters falling from the sky,
I will have to give them back,
With signature in cursive,
And a message telling the truth.
Before you left this world, I was
In Hell, below you.