These are not tears I cry my dear
only raindrops of regret
and if you choose to die right here
then oh you needn't fret
do not cry your time is near though I hate that it's so close
breathe in your final breath
and let it be known that it's death that you chose.
What a bad father I was to let your life pass by
yes a bad father indeed to let his daughter die.
So these are not tears I cry my dear only raindrops of regret,
so wipe those tears you needn't worry
death hasn't grabbed me yet.
