I'll see you at my funeral and I'll smile,
For the first time, I'll realize why, all those times you cried,
For once I'll understand, your tears were a gift that I didn't accept,
Now they are your curse.
Although I smile, my last real smile is long forgotten,
And as I lay dead, my coffin undermines my wooden life,
Did I forget that you were the only thing I had other than my health?
Well now I must go, so take care and don't cry too much.
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