No-one cares about who I am
No-one cares about what I know
No-one cares about how I feel
No-one cares about where I go.
No-one cares about the words I say
No-one cares about the tears I cry
No-one cares about the games I play
No-one cares about the way I die.
But they’ll care about me when I’m dead
because my way of trying to survive
is what they will miss, so they’ll regret
they’ve never learned to fuck their wife.