turn away, if you could get me a drink, of water cos my lips are chapped and faded. call my aunt marie. help her gather all my things and bury me in all my favourite colours, my sisters and my brothers, still, i will not kiss you. cos the hardest part of this, is leaving you.

now turn away, cos i'm awful just to see, cos all my hair's abandoned all my body, oh, my agony. know that i will never marry. baby, i'm just soggy from the chemo, but counting down the days to go.

it just ain't living, and i just hope you know. that if you say, goodbye today, i'd ask you to be true, cos the hardest part of this is leaving you.