I’m going to visit you
They call me brave
I mumble “is it true
That she lays in my grave?”
“None of your bloody business!”
The handsome ‘widow’ says
Kill the fake fucking princess
And I couldn’t care less
If she wears a pink dress
She’s dead to me
And instead of me
Mourning her life
In return for her death
I’ve lived in strife
Since the day he left.