Is his hair still as long?

Are his eyes still as blue?

Can his face still conceal

Every clue to his mood?

Does his brow still display

Every beat of his heart?

Did he ask after me?

Did you send my regards?

Or did you tell him that I’ve died

in every way that matters?

And did you tell him how I cry

with every day that passes?

That I am raw and bruised and torn

That I can’t function any more

Well, did you tell him that?

Well I’d tell him myself

But I don’t have the nerve

And I know, to my shame,

This is all I deserve

But I hope for my sake

You were not indiscreet

If he asked how I was,

Hope you lied, through your teeth

Or did you tell him that I’ve died

in every way that matters?

And did you tell him how I cry

with every day that passes?

That I am raw and bruised and torn

That I can’t function any more

Well, did you tell him that?

And if he didn’t want to know

Oh, my friend, don’t tell me that

Did you never speak my name?

Did he never even ask?

Or did you tell him that I’ve died

in every way that matters?

And did you tell him how I cry

with every day that passes?

That I am raw and bruised and torn

That I can’t function any more

Well, did you tell him that?