It was your funeral and everyone was crying
everyone exept me....
My brother asked me why I didn't cry
and my mother answerd;
she has no heart thats why she don't cry
When we got home I made a star on my hand,
I used the knife,I cut so deep
I made the star as a memory of you
So look mom I did cry
just not the way you wanted me too
Don't tell me I don't have a heart
I do cry,but not the way you do
