I laugh, joke and look as if I'm having fun,
But inside I'm crying.
I smile, chat and act crazy,
But inside I'm crying.
I talk to you as if there is nothing wrong,
But inside I'm crying.
I see you almost everyday but you have no idea how I feel,
And inside I'm crying.
I don't show how unhappy I fell,
And inside I'm crying.
If a gang of lads were attacking me with bats,
You wouldn't try to help,
You wouldn't try to take care of me,
And you wouldn't even care.
If a car hit me one day you wouldn't be concerned.
If I died tomorrow you wouldn't be crying,
You wouldn't come to my funeral,
You wouldn't at all dare.
If I committed suicide next week,
You probably wouldn't even notice.
Even if I was on the front of a newspaper,
Splattered on the floor,
You wouldn't flinch an eyelid
And I'm sure you wouldn't miss me at all.
If I was dead,
You might realise that you miss me.
