Shed no tears for me when I am gone
As I live, cry all you can
And smile all when my days are done
For while in tattered clothes you ignored me, man
In my blue days, you wished me grey
But in my black now, you're crying
Keep your tears for I'm gay here

love-you/">I love you, I still do
I killed me just so you live
Yet you never realized, thinking always you

Now you see my corpse,
Like a bride, you decorate me
Like a bribe, you sing me a peaceful dirge
But I say to you it's not needed
I need them not
When I cried, you never heeded
When I thirsted I was never fed
So I was fed up
I gave up

And here I am in my Thorpe
And all you see is my corpse
And you cry?
I plead please,
Remember the living dead, give them hope
Remember the suffering soul, shelter them
Comfort the brokenhearted
Care for the needy
And forget about me, I'm not needy
For I am gone already

A dead man is actually a dead man, he sees nor feels not a thing, not even your tears, love nor sympathy.