Don't Cry For Me

It starts with an earthquake,
and it awakens my now undead heart.

My eyes cry dry,
and my skin cuts raw.

It I'm not here tomorrow,
all I ask is that you don't cry for me!

I see through your fakeness,
I see through your smile.

You may be crying,
but you don't care.

You see me cry,
and ask "what's wrong?"
I say, "everything,"
you don't even try to help.

You could watch me die,
and not shed a tear.

So if I'm not here tomorrow,
all I ask is that you don't cry for me.