As I walk through the kitchen,
It's funny that you mention,
You don't want a fancy funeral.
Just a cremation.
As my intention,
You'll never know
Because it'll never show.
Look, look at the snow.
One blow, and you're done.
It's obvious who's won.
I dragged you outside
And watched the fire burn; tall and wide.
Your lifeless eyes watch me,
And I don't feel guilty.
I pulled up a chair,
And watched you burn,
Carving a simple phrase into your urn.
"I never loved you, it's all a lie.
I've been waiting for the day you die, no remorse."
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