It’s not the fact you ignore me,

It’s not the fact you don’t care.

Its might be the fact you don’t love me,

But really, it’s because you weren’t there.

There to help me out,

There to hold my hand.

There to dry tears,

And there at the very end

The end of a life,

The end of a dream,

The end of everything

So now I hope you’re happy.

Truly, I do.

And as I look from beyond my grave

You know too, that you regret it all,

And want to take it back.

But you weren’t there for me,

And that’s the most important fact.