When you laugh about peopleWho feel so very lonely their only desire is to dieWell I'm afraidIt doesn't make me smileI wish I could laugh...But that joke isn't funny anymoreIt's too close to home and it's too near the boneIt's too close to home and it's too near the boneMore than you'll ever know
She could have been a poet, or she could've been a fool...Oh, you did a bad thingAnd I'm not happy and I'm not sad...