The beating of my heart is slow.

I just thought I'd let you know

That if I die before you're home,

It's your fault you're all alone.

You left me here in the night,

Without a word you were out of sight.

All these nights I've sat and wept.

Always crying, I've never slept.

Your memory kept me from sleeping,

The sorrows and pains of loss kept creeping.

Just remember that if I die,

Remember that it's your turn to cry.