They say they care
But is that fair
Do they mean what they say
Should I test if they\'ll stay
Should I take this knife
And test this life
I start to see red
The wound it stung and bled
I see a light
Its oh so bright
I see a darkness
I don\'t feel any starkness
I here voices
They say I have choices
And so I make my decision
I feel an incision
I open my eyes
And then the doctor cries
I had been dead for two hours
And now people bring me flowers
Maybe they do care
And maybe that is fair