You were ever such a lovely boy
Trained in nothing else but driving...

I washaving trouble breathing
And my chest had started heaving...

The pain inside is like a secret.
A naughty secret that must be kept hidden...

Hurt me, touch me, make me feel,
I feel too much, it feels too real...

Funerals are steeped in tradition;
Hymns and words of prayer for those no longer...

I'm looking at the salads, Nat
While I'm standing at my till...

Don’t pretend you’ll miss me
When you can only kiss...

Just one second, the slightest change
A glimpse of a shadow that isn't there...

Look at you.
You make me sick...

If I could only breathe,
Things would be easier...

Everything's changing and it hurts me inside
Years of this measured in tears that I've cried...

It's alright, silly girl,
Crying is allowed...