Donot stand at my grave and cry
I am not your girl
Donot tell me teachers are like god
They will not hear me cry
Donot wipe my mother's tears
You didnot save my life evenif you had a chance
Donot tell i had dreams
You are standing on the grave of my dreams
And clipped my wings
Donot say sorry
when it is over
Donot pray for my soul
It will not wipe your sin.