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

I didn't write this
I don't think you will...

I trace a finger down your face
Following the tear...

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

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...

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

I didn't write this but someone i know did about...
When you said goodbye that day...

You sit there and judge me
Like you know me completely...

Hair a mess
Mascara running...