Hey.
Wake up.
I came back to our home last night.
I sat down and turned off the lights.
I waited for you to come back in the dark.
You thought you knew me all this time.
That I would fold, maybe I would cry.
But look at me, I'm here ready to fight.
And you are dead to me.
I wrote a eulogy.
The love we had,
rest underground for eternity.
And you are dead to me.
I won't look back,
you can't see me.
But I look fly,
trust me, at your funeral.
You pretend everything is
fine.
You keep acting like a friend of mine.
And all the while you feed us with your lies.
You thought you knew me all this time.
That I would fold, maybe I would cry.
But look
at me, I'm here ready to fight.
And you are dead to me.
I wrote a eulogy.
The love we
had,
rest underground for eternity.
And you are dead to me.
I won't look back, you can't see me.
But I look fly,
trust me, at your funeral.
I will
cry for the little boy who knows what hurt and pain.
I will cry for the little girl she died and died again.
I will cry for the little boy,
a good boy he tried to be.
I will cry for the little girl who cries inside of me.
You are dead to me.
I wrote a eulogy.
The love we had,
rest underground for eternity.
And you are dead to me.
I won't look back,
you can't see me.
But I look fly,
trust me, at your funeral.
At your funeral.
You will never know.