Ding dong the bitch is dead. The wicked old bitch is dead. Why the hell that damn song keeps running through my mind beats the hell out of me. But at least it’s helping keep this fucking plastic smile on my face. Standing here next to my Dad, will these people ever stop coming by to tell him how sorry they are for his loss. If one more person pats me on my arm or tries to hug me I just might, no hell no I won’t do anything but stand right here and take it.
“I am so sorry for your loss. She loved your Dad so much. I just don’t know what he’s going to do without her.”
Ding dong the bitch is dead the fucking bitch is dead.
Ding dong the bitch is dead. The wicked old bitch is dead. Why the hell that damn song keeps running through my mind beats the hell out of me. But at least it’s helping keep this fucking plastic smile on my face. Standing here next to my Dad, will these people ever stop coming by to tell him how sorry they are for his loss. If one more person pats me on my arm or tries to hug me I just might, no hell no I won’t do anything but stand right here and take it.
“I am so sorry for your loss. She loved your Dad so much. I just don’t know what he’s going to do without her.”
Ding dong the bitch is dead the fucking bitch is dead.