Texty: Eleanor Mcevoy. DID YOU TELL HIM?.

Is his hair still as long?
Are his eyes still as blue?
Can his face still conceal
Every clue to his mood?

Does his brow still display
Every beat of his heart?
Did he ask after me?
Did you send my regards?

Or did you tell him that I?ve died
In every way that matters?
And did you tell him how I cry
With every day that passes?

That I am raw and bruised and torn
That I can?t function anymore
Well, did you tell him that?

Well, I?d tell him myself
But I don?t have the nerve
And I know to my shame
This is all I deserve

But I hope for my sake
You were not indiscreet
If he asked how I was
Hope you lied through your teeth

Or did you tell him that I?ve died
In every way that matters?
And did you tell him how I cry
With every day that passes?

That I am raw and bruised and torn
That I can?t function anymore
Well, did you tell him that?

And if he didn?t want to know
Oh, my friend, don?t tell me that
Did you never speak my name?
Did he never even ask?

Or did you tell him that I?ve died
In every way that matters?
And did you tell him how I cry
With every day that passes?

That I am raw and bruised and torn
That I can?t function anymore
Well, did you tell him? Did you tell him?
Did you tell him?

Did you tell him that I?ve died?
Did you tell him how I cry?
Did you tell him? Did you tell him?
Did you tell him?