Hair a mess
Mascara running...

I know you worry about me
And how i am feeling...

We lined the sides of the path
As they carried your coffin through...

I have changed so much
In these last sixteen years...

When i turned two
I got some red shoes...

I see the fear in your eyes
As you draw me close to you...

Nothing is that simple,
Nothing is that kind...

I can't make this decision
I don't know what to do...

Someone once told me
No-one would love me...

Time.
Tick tock...

Goodbye is such a simple word
Two syllables said as we pass...

(this is meant to be sung to the general tune of...
There were ten green bottles...