It's still another melancholy morning

Didn't hear the alarm bells going off

And I can feel your seething like

And hear your stifled breathing, I just wanna know

Why you stuck the knife so deep

Did you feel anything when you buried me?

Did I stick like the earth underneath your fingernails?

Was I beautiful in death, and did you cry on my best friend?

I just wanna know, did I look like I fell asleep?

Found underneath the willow in the woodlands

Fly down by cold uncovered hand

And some say you're screaming

And the journalists were feeling, I just don't know

Will this be a TV show?