Falling on my Sword

I wonder, would you notice?
Staring at a puddle, drinking water out of focus
The white skirt exposes
Such a bum
Why don't you think about your own kids?
You chose this
Now I'm falling on my sword
Your bleeding heart can't feed me
Knee bended
He proposes
You want a ring, you want a garden made of roses
And the champagne
It's imported
Went through hell and back just to get it sorted
You chose this
Now I'm falling on my sword
Your bleeding heart can't feed me
I'm not hungry anymore
I wonder, would you notice?
Staring at a puddle, drinking water out of focus
Falling on my sword
Your bleeding heart can't feed me
I'm not hungry anymore
Your bleeding heart can't feed me
I'm not hungry anymore