Don’t Cry For Me When I’m Gone (No Point in Wasting Tears)
When that day comes for me
Don’t bother crying for me
Not one of you gave a toss about my fears
So there’s no point in wasting tears
Fuck your contemplations and tears
And fuck your celebrations and cheers
Most of you watched me whilst I was in misery
Too busy getting stuck up in your banks like Hilary
Not giving a fuck about what the misery did to me
Carrying my misery like a personal injury
To others— my misery will always be a mystery
Trying to turn my back on this piece of history
You better not cry
From those cold soulless eyes
You better not act surprised
As my untimely death comes as no surprise
Whenever you see me
Just continue to move on and leave me
So please don’t love me
Please don’t hug me
Because it’ll bug me
Fuck you
And stuff you
I’ve completely had enough of you
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